In the stark, cold tile of a Russian public toilet, a straight spy's secret fetish unfolds. Unbeknownst to him, a hidden camera records his every move as he approaches the urinal, unbuttons his pants, and begins to piss, the hot stream arching and splashing into the porcelain. The spy's face contorts in concentration, his body language a mix of urgency and enjoyment. As he finishes and zips up, he notices the camera, his initial shock turning into a bold, dominant stance, knowing his straight, dominant image is now immortalized.