It's quite difficult to follow if you don't understand the language. But pain seems to be understood all over the world. A kind of universal means of understanding in certain circles. With our Elle Mira, you are initially inclined to indulge yourself gently. That frugal smile from an angelic face. But don't let all of that fool you. At the latest after the first Russian words, which rain down on you as it were with the blows of the stick, it should be clear that this will end in absolute pain. It sounds like she's reciting Russian prose as the thump of the stick slices through each syllable...

It's quite difficult to follow if you don't understand the language. But pain seems to be understood all over the world. A kind of universal means of understanding in certain circles. With our Elle Mira, you are initially inclined to indulge yourself gently. That frugal smile from an angelic face. But don't let all of that fool you. At the latest after the first Russian words, which rain down on you as it were with the blows of the stick, it should be clear that this will end in absolute pain. It sounds like she's reciting Russian prose as the thump of the stick slices through each syllable like soldering irons cut butter!

There is such a melancholy in her voice, something peaceful and gentle, but she distributes pain that is so unbelievably bad that even the toughest lies on the floor in front of her, whimpering. Your screaming is like poetry, like prose recited. And she says thank you with more strokes of the cane.