This is by no means a new video. It was obviously shot about ten years ago using Russian technology. This gives the movie a grindhouse feel, right down to the cheesy costuming and limited set design. For that reason, you're either going to love the campy feel of the movie or write it off as a waste of time. I prefer the former, because, while this isn't anywhere near as good as RS-91 The Lazy Housemaid which is the zenith of this studio's line (so far), it's still worth a watch or two or three.

Mr. Rasputina is a tired man. He's a hard-working industrial capitalist who owns a coal mine and has achieved the great wealth that all coal-mining industrial capitalists earn. He has three great joys in life: fine wine, fine women, and um… ok, he only has two great joys. And after a hard day of being an industrial capitalist in the energy sector, he likes to unwind with a bottle of fine wine, playing with his fine wife Masha's fake breasts, and then playing around with a couple of fine showgirls that he parlays with behind his wife's back.

But his wife has needs, like all women do. She wants him to buy her a gift; a very special gift. Diamonds? New clothes? A bigger house? No. She wants - and this must be something unique to the post-Soviet Russian culture - a new hammer.

That's right. She wants a new hammer. This is a Russian comedy, after all.

But Mr. Rasputina rebukes her demands. Hasn't he taken her on tours all over the world? Hasn't he bought her a new pair of boobs? Can she wait until after the holiday?

"No," Mrs. Rasputina replies. She's already bragged to her friends that she's getting a new hammer, and only the best will do for the Rasputinas, of course. So, on top of checking the balances on his coal mine, Mr. Rasputina has to go shopping for a new hammer for his wife. He tells her that he has to go take care of some business and slips out the door.

Mrs. Rasputina is suspicious of her husband's wanderings. She suspects that he's out tromping around with prostitutes. Further, she suspects that he won't buy her that hammer that she wants so badly. There's only one thing to do - hire a private investigator to follow him.

Either she's hiring a detective, or she's hiring a gigolo. You be the judge.

Three hours later, the private dick (Ha!) shows up and acquaintances are made. Mrs. Rasputina tells him that money is no object, so long as he does a good job. If he does exceptional work, he'll get a bonus. But first, she wants to have a look at his… um… qualifications.

After a bit of handling, she invites him into the next room to see his "virtue". An hour later, she's satisfied that he's up to the task. Apparently, Putin isn't the only Russian male that can get a job done while shirtless.

Meanwhile, Mr. Rasputina is engaging in some friendly relations with his favorite girl, Lada.

The relations are so friendly that Lada decides to surprise Mr. Rasputina with a friend, and promises to give him a show so much better than what he can see in a club. Sure enough, her friend arrives and it doesn't take long for the show to begin.

But then, just as things are… um… climaxing… Mr. Rasputina gets a disturbing phone call. An intruder has been detected inside the house with a camera. Mr. Rasputina orders his guards to seal the gates. Nobody is to leave! Then he quickly shoos the girls out of the room. Mrs. Rasputina enters and Mr. Rasputina plays dumb. He pays her a compliment, then another, then comes up with a story about buying her that hammer. But Mrs. Rasputina says she's heard a rumor that he's been fooling around with prostitutes, showgirls, and whores. The mister says that the missus has been reading too many women's magazines that have filled her head with strange ideas. He offers to take her out. But Mrs. Rasputina is on to his little game. Mr. Rasputina denies everything and storms out of the room.

After Mrs. Rasputina has calmed herself with a glass of fine wine, the detective comes in with the two showgirls, both tied up securely with rope. He tells her exactly what she wants to know. She decides that her retribution is going to be grand, so grand that she's going to call reporters from the journal "Sadist of Century" (sic) to cover the story. The missus tells the detective that he can do anything he wants to them, but not until the journalists arrive. For now, he'll have to keep them in the cellar.

In the next scene, Mr. Rasputina is philosophisizing (I'm making that word up, by the way) about Russian proverbs having something to do with falling in love with goats, and how in today's world people can only fall in love with money. Such are the woes of the capitalist society when you're a wealthy industrialist.

The next day, things get interesting.

The girls are brought in, stripped, and sentenced to forty whacks with a leather strap. Unfortunately, we only see one girl get the strap. Fortunately, it's Lada, the hotter (in my opinion) of the two.