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