Naked flagellation in 90 degrees C
July 16th 2010 For the first time ever I see continuous rivulets of sweat pouring, not trickling, from a person's chin. It is happening to both Vitaly and I as we sit in the burning heat of this log cabin banya, gasping for breath as the smell of burning resinous wood envelops us and wearing nothing other than a felt elf-hat each. While we sit there Vitaly occasionally opens the doors to the furnace and thro
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