Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in kaeg antonovich. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than kaeg antonovich,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “kaeg antonovich” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “kaeg antonovich” climax ever recorded.