HARDER. A customer in Poland sent regulation army belts to add to our arsenal. They range from not so thin to impressively thick, promising a true Pandora’s box of pain. In five strokes, Georgiy’s ass is already flaming. When Lavrenty hits fifty, any question about potential is over. The belts rule. Lev builds on the pace and momentum. The 400-stroke barrage the guys release is a storm that turns Georgiy’s ass into something awesome. The belts hurt like hell. Warsaw rules!