# A naval border guard and the romantic ambassador. A story

Henry de Overwood

MMMDCCLXXV. A naval border guard and the romantic ambassador. A story. - March 2, 2026.

A naval border guard and the romantic ambassador. A story.


The naval border guard, this night, saw of his grandfather in a dream. His grandfather was a wildely-known personality in narrow circles. Many years ago, the grandfather and a team of dreamy young men sailed on a yacht to a Tropical island. They fired from the yacht towards the shore, then they landed on the island, hid in the thicket, almost starved to death, but little later, by some miracle, entered the capital and became the new government. The grandfather, who came (in a dream) to the naval border guard, looked at his grandson carefully. Why would that be?


The ambassador, who was carrying out his duties on a Tropical island, had no dreams this night. An evening of culture of the peoples of the North was held in the park at the embassy. Garlands of small light bulbs and a turntable were connected to powerful batteries. Bright tropical stars shone from above. Songs, dances and theatrical performances were arranged under the palm trees.


The naval border guard jumped off the bed. The night was ending, the morning was coming. He put on his military uniform, boots, took a naval dirk and a rifle. Twenty minutes later, he began the morning run through the mountain thickets. The naval border guard had dinner yesterday, he slept last night. And what was it like for his grandfather, without food and without proper sleep? The running through the mountain thickets was difficult, but the naval border guard ran with pleasure.


The ambassador looked up at the sky. The sky was brightening. The guests went home. The evening of culture of the peoples of the North has ended. It's time for a morning swim in the warm ocean. The ambassador put on a T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers and ran lightly to the beach.


After the first dive into the ocean - a massage.


The ambassador entered a reed hut located by the ocean. Lucia does a great massage. This morning she has a sad face: she twisted her ankle. The ambassador lay down on the massage couch. An unexpected sound occurred. Out of the blue, drink glasses fell from the bedside table, which was next to the massage couch.


The border guard completed the running through the mountain thickets and the jumping over small mountain crevices. Ocean. Maritime border outpost. The border guard ran up to the pier. There was a border patrol boat (which he commanded) at the pier, with a working engine. His crew was waiting for him in the boat: four young men in military uniforms and with the rifles.


- Go ahead! - the naval border guard commanded. The boat went out to patrol the maritime border.


The naval border guard was making the orders to the helmsman and other members of his crew: in which direction to move, where and when to drop the tropical fruits that were perfectly swimming on the surface of the ocean.


The boat was making a big turn, and the naval border guard was firing (for training) (at) these tropical fruits (barely visible out of the ocean water) with his rifle, from different directions.


The team members shook their heads approvingly: a good shooting!


The ambassador felt the touch of Lucia's gentle hands and fell asleep slightly. That's great! He'll get enough sleep in ten minutes-after a fun full-night holiday with songs, dances and theatrical performances!


One of the members of the border boat's crew shouted in alarm and pointed to the horizon.


The naval border guard pointed with his hand: "To there!" The boat headed towards the horizon at full speed.


A few minutes later, the yacht appeared. Five seconds later, shots were fired from the yacht in the direction of the border patrol boat.


The naval border guard looked at the yacht with interest. "Maximum speed!" he commanded.


The border patrol boat was approaching the yacht at maximum speed. The naval border guard began to fire his rifle at the shooting yacht. The shots from the yacht had died down. The border patrol boat approached the yacht.


The ambassador woke up: "Thank you, Lucia! Shall we go for a swim?" "I twisted my leg," Lucia replied.


The ambassador took Lucia in his arms and carried her to the water.


The naval border guard jumped onto the yacht. Half of the violators were killed, half were injured. "Heading for the shore!" he commanded.


The ambassador and Lucia had a nice swim and started to get out of the water.


The sound of an engine was heard. The border patrol boat was pulling the yacht behind it. A man in a military uniform with a rifle was standing at the side of the patrol boat. The ambassador and Lucia waved to the uniformed man. He smiled back and waved to them.


After swimming, Lucia's leg stopped hurting. The glasses on the bedside table (next the massage couch) stood without falling. In the glasses were drinks made from sugar cane and tropical fruits.


The Sun rose above the horizon.


The ambassador returned to his office and changed his clothes.


A short meeting with employees. The assistant reported to the ambassador: in this morning, he, the assistant, visited the airport and returned from there with two cans of gasoline. So there will be enough gasoline for this day: for the operation of electric generators, and for small business car trips. The ambassador nodded approvingly at his assistant.


The ambassador shifted his gaze to the tourism attache:


- Do not forget about Darya Mikhailovna, she is returning to the capital today. Yegor Egorovich called twice.


The ambassador turned his head to the information attache:


- What information is coming from our fellow neighbors in the tropics and the Western Hemisphere?


- "Oil export continues," the information attache reported. - They act according to the usual patterns. The instincts of colonialism.


- Prepare an information paper for referral to the Ministry!


- It will be done!


The meeting ended.


The ambassador pulled a piece of paper towards him. He continues to write an article for the Diplomatic Observer magazine. The name of the article is: "The multipolarity of the global world." The ambassador turned on some soft music. "Besame mucho."


The naval border guard jumped from the patrol boat to the pier. The bodies of the dead will be taken away. The wounded will be bandaged and interrogated. All this will be done without him. He sat down at the desk and pulled a piece of paper towards him. He must write a report on the detention of violators. The naval guard thought for a moment. Suddenly, he saw his grandfather in front of him. The grandfather looked at the naval border guard approvingly. The border guard started writing a report.


Through the open window, the border guard heard the sounds of a song: "Do you hear the measured step? It's barbudos are marching!"


March 02, 2026 07:36


Translation from Russian into English: March 03, 2026, 10:35

Владимир Владимирович Залесский ' Морской пограничник и романтический посол. Рассказ. '


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