HARDER. Lavrenty loves to thrash. It is no game, only business. Almost every week, he gets to beat Georgiy unmercifully. There is no malice. There is rarely a reason for punishment. Georgiy just suffers for the hell of it. Intent as ever, Lavrenty swings tawse, army belts and straps of varying weights and thicknesses. Hundreds of strokes, sometimes casually blunt, always with passion, invariably professional. Georgiy needs and wants what he is given. Why else absorb every layer of its sting and burn?!