Poor Armin,
He is scared I will tell everything I learned about him from one of his countrymen.
It's shameful what he will do for some sleazy japanese paper.
But sorry Armin, the truth is out.
A few years ago he met a Japanese business man on one of his "business" trips, and was offered a small but rare collection of Nazisploitation Japanese posters, but the price was high, no cash involved. The business man had his own special brand of kink, and Armin was a little too eager to please him.
All I can say is it involved a jar of Vaseline, two live eels, and a costume he kept safe for such occasions:
The mans arse was sore for weeks, but he loved it (and secretly so did Armin)