I have come to believe that somewhere in Eastern Europe there is a secret government laboratory dedicated to producing the perfect human specimen; a creature of such beauty that people of all genders and sexual persuasions can do little but melt into puddles of pure sexual desire at the very site of him. I speak, of course, of Sergey Brisuk. Before you accuse me of hyperbole, I must point out that I have spent hours, hours, studying Sergey's photographs, and aside from a small scar near his left arm pit I have found none. If there are more imperfections to be found I can only conclude that they are on the parts of his body that I haven't been able to examine due to the fact that they have been covered by clothing. If you can disprove my theory, please contact me immediately with photographic evidence.