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In the mid-19th century, the word “oligarch” was found only in book use and denoted a person who exercised his dominance through bribery, violence, and terror. In the 90s of the last century, this concept firmly entered the vocabulary of Russians, meaning a very rich, wealthy person with power and financial power. It has become fashionable to be an oligarch. And it has become no less fashionable to be the wife of an oligarch. And to this day, the ultimate dream for many representatives of the fair sex is a husband - a young, handsome, rich, generous millionaire. How to make your deepest dream come true? And are there still unmarried oligarchs left in our country who are in search of their other half?

We choose a worthy candidate

The famous showman Peter Listerman is the owner of an elite dating agency. Introducing young, beautiful girls to single millionaires is his business. According to Peter, “fresh”, unmarried oligarchs appear on the dating market approximately every five years. Practice shows that just such a period is enough for a man to begin to grow cold towards his wife. The oligarch gets divorced and resumes his search for a life partner. If we consider the current “five-year plan”, we can indeed see many successful single gentlemen.

For several years now, all ratings of the most eligible bachelors have been headed by a simple Russian billionaire, Mikhail Prokhorov. The 47-year-old entrepreneur has never been married before. As of 2012, Prokhorov's fortune was estimated at $13 billion. Mikhail is a very versatile person: he enjoys playing the guitar, loves the work of Chaliapin, and plays many sports, football, basketball and even boxing. The oligarch’s athletic physique once played an original joke on him: during one of the transactions, they didn’t want to let Mikhail into the contract signing hall; the security took him for a bodyguard!

How to win Prokhorov's heart? The billionaire himself claims that in addition to appearance and high intelligence, he appreciates the presence of a rich imagination in girls. According to Mikhail, all men love it when representatives of the fair sex tell them fairy tales (in a figurative sense, of course). So, if you feel the talent of a storyteller, you definitely have every chance to conquer this tall handsome man.

Another “tidbit” for all Russian brides is 46-year-old Dmitry Rybolovlev. Dmitry, with a capital of $13 billion, ranks 13th on the list of the richest people in our country. Rybolovlev is divorced; he has two daughters from his first marriage.

Among the oligarch's hobbies are surfing, art, and painting of the 19th and 20th centuries. The entrepreneur invests a lot of money in charity. From this we can conclude that a beauty with a surfboard in one hand and an easel in the other can win the heart of a billionaire. In addition, it would be nice to also understand football: Rybolovlev owns a controlling stake in the Monaco football club.

49-year-old businessman Alexey Mordashov has a fortune of $13 billion, and his heart is also free now. Divorced, two adult children. If you like speed and drive, you are on the same path with Mikhail. He loves expensive cars, spends a lot of time behind the wheel, and has long been fond of off-road racing.

The whole world closely followed the love story of Russian oligarch Vladislav Doronin and the world's top model Naomi Campbell. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the outcome of this dizzying story: after 20 years of marriage, Vladislav left his wife and daughter for the sake of a dark-skinned beauty. The couple was already preparing for the wedding: Doronin ordered his beloved a wedding ring made of white and rose gold, worth 200 thousand euros, Naomi sewed an exclusive wedding dress... But at the end of 2012, the public became aware of the separation of Doronin and Campbell. Nobody knows what the reason is. Perhaps the model considered her lover’s fortune not large enough: Vladislav Doronin has a capital of “only” $7 billion... Be that as it may, the oligarch is single again. Who knows, maybe some simple Russian girl will be able to heal the mental trauma of a billionaire without blaming him for his seven-billion-dollar fortune.

Oligarch's wife: how to maintain your status

wife It’s not enough to find and charm a rich fairy-tale prince and stop this thoroughbred “horse” almost at a gallop; it’s also important to keep him in the saddle, and not to fall.
The fun begins after the wedding fanfare proclaims the couple husband and wife. Who do these Cinderellas turn into when they become the legal wives of very wealthy people? 3rd place “Stupid bird in a golden cage”

So, they occupy an honorable third place. They were used to singing in freedom, dreamed of a luxurious castle, but found themselves in a golden cage. A typical owner of a “golden cage” is a successful businessman who considers himself not only the master of the world, but also the master of his woman. When you first meet him, he inspires trust and simply exudes confidence and reliability. But under the veil of wealth, a woman simply does not notice the power, jealousy and rudeness of such a man. And only after the long-awaited marriage happens, the dictate becomes so strong that the poor bird’s wings simply fold.

Of course, for a while you can enjoy daily and unlimited shopping and trips to beauty salons, convincing yourself that it is worth it. But having had enough of all this (some faster, some slower), such birds often fall into panic. All outlets for communicating with other people are blocked, girlfriends are forgotten, and you only have to show off your perfectly tailored appearance in the salons in front of the mirror. Desperate ladies are even trying to get a divorce. But, alas, there is usually no money for a separate existence and no profession, and legally savvy “golden daddies” do not give the opportunity to get even a penny of their fortune in a divorce. And often they are also deprived of communication with their common children.

2nd place “Housewife as a profession”

Housewife mothers took second place on this podium. They realize themselves in the family and children. Such women see home improvement as the meaning of life. It would seem that life is a pleasure and a lot of free time. But it was not there! Her day is scheduled almost to the second. Every day these women solve a lot of everyday problems and stand guard over the home. She can afford a nanny and even a chef who would organize a cooking show at home every day, but she prefers to take on most of the tasks herself. And although she is not imprisoned within the framework of a “golden cage,” she risks becoming a mother hen for her children and a house servant for her husband, completely forgetting about herself.

1st place “Successful Wife”

The winners in this race for wealth and happiness are, oddly enough, those who, thanks to the condition of their other half, managed to find their niche in life. Smart ladies manage to support a family, raise children, and match their husband’s active life position. They understand that a woman who exists in a vacuum of luxury cannot be ideal and interesting. And that even an insane number of “little black dresses” and a perfect manicure from Christina Fitzgerald will not save her. Often, the wives of oligarchs are associated with deeply unhappy women, whose husband is always busy making the next billion, and loneliness and boredom are their best friends. But the world is full of examples of successful wives of the richest people on the planet who managed to use their husband’s money in an interesting business or do a low-paid but favorite job.

For example, Dasha Zhukova is the director of the Garage Center for Contemporary Culture, designer and co-owner of the company Kova & T (friend of Roman Abramovich), Anna Wojcicki is a bioengineer, co-owner of a genetic research company (her husband is a co-founder of Google), Irina Viner is the head coach Russian national rhythmic gymnastics team (husband is billionaire Alisher Usmanov, owner of the Metalloinvest holding), Nadezhda Novikova is the owner of a chain of flower shops (husband is restaurateur Arkady Novikov)…

Psychologist Natalia Tolstoy her own classification of the wives of rich people:

“There are several types of wives for an oligarch. a century-old in their youth and do not marry in old age, because she went through Crimea, Rome and copper pipes with him. She is the main wife of the harem. He is pleased that he has a reliable rear and children who study abroad. He arranged everything for his wife, so it’s easier to kill her than to divorce her. But I don’t want to kill, because - I repeat - the man has memories of his youth associated with her. Most often, a century-old wife lives her life, perhaps in another country. In general, everyone is at their own point on the planet, but at the same time they are considered husband and wife.

There are also "trial" wives . We got married, didn’t get along with each other, and that’s it. More often than not, oligarchs do not want to register relationships, so not everyone who wants to passes the probationary period, or rather, few pass it at all.

What does it mean to be “married”?

Someone will say: this is when there is a person next to you who will protect you from cold winds and rainy moods, behind whom you can hide in difficult times. But then what do yachts, planes and millions have to do with it? By connecting your fate only with his money, you can lose a lot. During the night of crisis, many rich people said goodbye to 70 percent of their income. Oh, how they cried! Losing money can easily ruin your love too.

Who is insured against losses? Nothing is given forever. And if future wealth is your main argument for marriage, then get ready to fasten your seat belts: ahead is the “turbulence” of mutual understanding and motivation to stay with him in the future. There will be many who want to encroach on his money - relatives, previous family, “leftist” people and other backbenchers. Besides, almost all rich people understand that no one truly loves them!

That's why I don't recommend anyone to get married without love. The search for the rich is equivalent to an open statement: “I don’t want to be responsible for anything in this life.” I am sure that there are other values in life - spiritual interest, cordiality and love, and wealth is one point out of the four components of human happiness: love, luck, health and money. Yes, you can’t throw them out of the recipe for “happiness,” but it won’t last on them alone. The design will be too fragile. Lying..."

On Saturday, October 27 at 09:20 on the Domashny TV channel, watch the documentary “Wives of the Oligarchs.”

What kind of girls do oligarchs like?

Strategy is important in every business.
And the plan to win the heart of the oligarch must contain at least several points. Point No. 1.
Determine where to look The billionaire of your dreams can be found anywhere. Even if you live on the outskirts of a small, unremarkable village, one day a fateful meeting may occur. In theory. It's another matter if you seriously intend to marry an oligarch. Then you shouldn’t wait for the weather by the sea, but you need to go to those places where representatives of the business elite often appear. This way you will increase your chances of success many times over.

Of course, there can be no talk of any small villages or regional centers. It is better to start the hunt for a billionaire in large cities, especially in the capital. You can visit fashionable restaurants more often, where businessmen love to hold business meetings; or go to an elite sports club where billionaires come to get in shape. An excellent example of meeting an oligarch in a restaurant is the story of Anastasia Slanevskaya, better known today as the singer Slava. Sitting with a friend at a table, Anastasia attracted the attention of a man who was located nearby. As a sign of sympathy, the man (who turned out to be millionaire Anatoly Danilitsky) sent the girls a bottle of champagne. At the end of the evening, the oligarch approached Slanevskaya and asked for her phone number, directly stating that he really liked her. Thus began their love story, as a result of which Anastasia became a famous singer and mother of her son Anatoly. They are still together, although officially the millionaire is still married.

Such methods, although effective, are quite costly both in time and finances. Moreover, it is not enough to notice an oligarch; it is important to make him notice you. Here we need heavier artillery.

Go straight to the office of your crush. You can introduce yourself as a journalist who came to interview, or as an applicant for a certain vacancy in his company. In any case, a personal meeting has a better chance of attracting attention. The main thing is to make a pleasant impression on the oligarch in the very first minutes, so that he will have a desire to meet with you again.

Point No. 2. Live up to the ideal

Every millionaire man has his own image of an ideal life partner. Some people like sophisticated aristocrats, while others want to indulge the sweet whims of a glamorous party girl. But all men (this also applies to mere mortals who are not burdened with billions of dollars of capital) firmly know what kind of woman they definitely do not need. A sloppy, unkempt, illiterate lazy person who is ashamed to show to friends and bring into society. Rest assured, there is unlikely to be at least one “merchant” for such a “product”.

If the object of your affection is the owner of a huge fortune, he is probably quite a public figure. On the pages of fashion magazines or on Internet sources, you will most likely be able to find information about the oligarch that interests you. Study his interests, habits, passions. Such information can turn out to be a significant trump card in capable hands.

In any case, when planning to marry an oligarch, you need to learn to live up to the status of a potential spouse. The ability to present yourself in society, the ability to always be interesting are essential qualities that will help you achieve your goal. Today, millionaires are interested in bright, spectacular women who, along with an attractive appearance, also have spirituality and a rich inner world.

Point No. 3. Become a queen for your chosen one

Easier said than done. But if you seriously intend to become the wife of an oligarch, your chosen one should really see in you a real queen, whom no rival can cross.

Improve your cooking skills. The truth that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach has never been canceled. No gourmet restaurant dish can compare with home-cooked food prepared by the hands of a loving wife.

Be kind and patient. You can never have too many of these qualities. Oligarchs are the same people, they love when they are taken care of and show affection and attention.

Be cunning. You always have at your disposal the main female weapon - cunning. We are not talking about some kind of global scams or deceptions, just learn to say the right words at the right moments. Praise your man, never stop admiring him. The main thing is not to overdo it, otherwise praise may have the opposite effect. Let your millionaire feel that he is the one winning you over, and not the other way around. While he realizes his hunting instincts, you are a very desirable and attractive prey for him, which must be obtained and kept at all costs.

Married to an oligarch:D

This story is not fictional, my Love Story is the most beautiful and I always involuntarily smile remembering it! I was 18 years old, I lived in Vladivostok, almost on the very outskirts of the city. I graduated from school and, unfortunately for me, didn’t go anywhere. I studied at school, not to say that it was bad, it was normal... but not an excellent student, of course, I couldn’t go where I wanted to go, I didn’t want to think about anything else, and my parents were not able to teach me for a fee, since we already taught my older sister for a fee , and plus to everything I have two younger sisters and a brother, only my stepfather worked because... my brother was still very young and my mother did not work and looked after him. And I was still little, stupid, I dreamed of leaving my parents as quickly as possible and marrying a rich man. I then worked in a supermarket at the checkout, saved up some money, put aside the money that my family sent me and my sister every month, and I decided to leave for our Far Eastern capital, Khabarovsk! Leave, start a new life and find yourself a rich husband there. I've heard a lot about how this is the only way to find a rich man! Mom, of course, treated my words as complete nonsense and didn’t want to hear anything about my move, but still I insisted. Through the Internet I found a woman who was renting out a one-room apartment, and I must say I was extremely lucky with her! The apartment was located in a good new area (Whoever has been to Khabarovsk may know the Sputnik area) and relatively not far from the center, and asked 14,000 per month... for Khabarovsk this is not very expensive! I made an agreement with her, she explained to me how to get to her from the railway station and off I went! My first day in Khabarovsk was simply extremely unlucky! I arrived in the evening, when it was already getting dark! I lost my phone (or it was taken from me), got on the bus, drove for a long time... and somehow it happened that I passed my stop. I just started to be tormented by some kind of premonition and I decided to ask the conductor whether the Sputnik stop would be coming soon, and she told me Sputnik was three stops ago, we are now approaching the Mill Plant. I walk out to this flour mill, everything is foreign, unfamiliar, I absolutely don’t know where to go. I asked passers-by... they explained where I needed to go, I barely found the house I needed, the owner was already starting to worry, it was late, I was not there, she was calling the phone - unavailable! I told her about all my adventures, she laughed... the woman turned out to be very good and kind, she gave me her old phone for a while. And so my new life began! At first I worked at the Golden Bird and ate there. For the first two weeks, I probably had a problem finding my home! I came home from work, went into the yard, and there was an area of new buildings, there were a lot of them there, and they all looked alike, then I got used to it, learned to distinguish my house from others. And now a little more than a month has passed since I was in Khabrovsk, and I decided to go to the club, in the hope of meeting the toga of the only rich oligarch there: D. I was very afraid that they wouldn’t let me into the club, but I was afraid in vain... they let me in... I felt terribly awkward at first because... I came to the club alone, fortunately I was not alone. A girl came up to me and asked if she could dance with me. We met her, she was at a club with her husband and her friends and on the next page. the day she and her husband were planning to leave for St. Petersburg! She told me a little about her life with her husband. “This is life!” I thought. They lived richly, went to clubs, she has a lot of dresses and shoes, a great phone, they constantly go abroad on vacation! And they had an apartment in the very center of Khabarovsk, from the window you can see the landmark of our beautiful city, the city ponds of Khabarovsk. And they are so beautiful, I always liked walking there... Then we went to her husband, who was sitting at the bar, she asked him to buy it for us a bottle of champagne. I didn’t like her husband, he was shorter than her and also overweight! - Well, it’s nothing! — I thought then — she loves him even like that! - and besides, he is rich! - You are lucky! — I told her, and she just laughed in response and said, “I had no other choice!” She and I shared a bottle of champagne, I got a little headache and decided to go home. I’m leaving the club, there’s a guy standing next to a car, smoking. I’m sure it’s a taxi, I go up and ask how much it costs, and he answers me, “Well, I’m not a taxi driver actually!” I apologize, leave, I hear him shout after me, “Where are you going?” I answer that on Sputnik, he tells me “Let's go.” I get into the car, and it’s so cool inside! I asked how much I was charged, he said that it was not at all, that he lived not far away there. Then he told me that he was at a club with a girl, they quarreled right there and he left. I was driving, listening to him... admiring the lights of the night Khabarovsk and suddenly I accidentally saw his face in the rearview mirror! God, how beautiful he was! I've never seen anything like this before...only in movies! He asked me who I was, where I worked... I was a cuckoo, and also drunk, and told him that I came from Vladivostok and dreamed of marrying an oligarch who worked at the Golden Bird. He laughed and asked me to eat nothing there. Then he asked why I needed an oligarch, I said that I dreamed of living beautifully, not denying myself anything, and I also wanted to take my mother to Paris, because she always dreamed of going there! Then he asked something like, what about love and all that, and I said that I wanted it for love and for the oligarch, he said that this doesn’t happen, and I said that I will have it. And so he took me home, we parted ways... I really thought that we would never see each other again. But fate brought us together again. About a month has passed since then, we have a large shopping mall in Khabarovsk, Lizka (a friend from work) and I went there. That's where I met him. I thought he wouldn’t recognize it, he would pass by...he found out! He said hello, asked how things were, if I had met the oligarch, I said that not yet, he smiled, I just melted from this smile. He wished me good luck and left. Lisa then asked me what kind of handsome guy he was. I couldn’t sleep all night, I was shaking all over from the memories of this meeting. I kept lying there and thinking, “I wish I could meet an oligarch as handsome as him!” Time passes...he no longer appears in my life, spring has come...the snow is melting, it’s time for love. One day I went for a walk with a guy from my work, and he was 23 years old, he studies and works at the same time (like many of us) and he told me about his girlfriend, about the fact that she is very good, about the fact that he really likes her loves. And so I return home in the evening, go to classmates and decide to look at his girlfriend, I found her in his friends and the first thing I see on her page is that she liked a photo of some girl, and in this photo she’s sitting in what then apparently there is a girl at the sushi bar and he’s with her! The same mysterious stranger of mine who drove me home, and with whom we met in South Park. I went to her page, and she had so many photos of him there! They go to clubs and cafes, and they went to Thailand together. I already had tears in my eyes! I didn't like her so much! It’s immediately obvious that she has a very high opinion of herself, although outwardly she’s not at all interesting! I found him among her friends, found out that his name was Alexey, but I didn’t dare go to his page, lest he think that I was sitting here looking for him. The next day I tried to carefully ask Denis if he knew him, but Denis said that he didn’t know. Time passes, this Lyosha is somehow forgotten, I made a lot of good friends, I have fun with them, Lizka, my friend, often spends the night with me, and then one day she flies to work and says to me, “Aliska, you wanted an oligarch?” As it turned out, she has some friend Oleg, they haven’t seen him for a long time, they just corresponded and just yesterday they met and it turns out he has his own Chinese restaurant, and he asked Lizka to introduce him to someone, he says that he wants a relationship! "Aliska! Agree!” she encouraged me, “What if this is your chance!” I don’t know if it was an accident, or if Lizka helped, but on the same day he met us after work. We took Lizka home and went for a ride around the city. In principle, he was not bad, tall, quite handsome, very pumped up... he looked about 28 - 30 years old... well, there was nothing in him that was in Lesha, maybe because Lesha was younger, I don’t even know... We rode for a long time, We stopped at a restaurant, ate there for 8,000, then he bought me a large bouquet of roses, gave it to me, and asked if I liked it. I said yes, although I don’t really like roses, I like tulips better, but it was still nice! I quickly began to get tired of him, he constantly told me about some kind of massacres in which he participated, talked about his terribly criminal area in which he grew up, and I was just falling asleep... And then he invited me to go to him, but I I refused and asked to take me home. We got to me, he started asking for a visit, I tactfully got rid of him, he took my number, said that he would call tomorrow and left. The next day we saw each other again, I had already learned a little more about him... it turns out he has two apartments in the center, he now lives in one and they are renovating the other, and when the renovation is finished he will move there and sell the one in which he lives now. Then he told me that he wanted a serious relationship and a family... That same evening we went to the drive-in cinema, watched some very boring film, but he laughed like crazy at every nonsense they said there, and constantly monitored my reaction and I had to smile and pretend I'm having fun. When he saw the phone I was walking around with (I was walking around with the phone of the landlady), he immediately took me to the store and told me to choose the phone I wanted, but I never understood anything about it! Then he let’s ask maybe I want a tablet, I refused. In the end, he bought me a smartphone, then he told me that he really liked me because I’m not like everyone else, he said that I was a very good girl and he kissed me goodbye! After that, I felt awkward...of course it was not the first kiss in my life, but I had never felt anything like that after kissing before. I came home, for some reason I really wanted to cry. I called my mother, told her about Oleg, that everything was as I wanted, that I met an oligarch and that he gave me a phone and said that he liked me, my mother, of course, was not delighted with all this, she said that she felt very bad that I far away, which is very worrying, but at the same time she said that she was proud of me because I insisted on my own, didn’t listen to anyone, but did as I wanted and left, and that I didn’t give up! After all, it turns out that she thought that I wouldn’t last a month, I’d become limp, break up and return home, but I managed. After talking with her, I somehow felt better, but I still couldn’t understand what was happening. It seems like everything is as I wanted, RICH, NICE, APARTMENT IN THE CENTER OF KHABAROVSK, wants to get married, says that he likes me. Well, why is it so joyful? The next day at work we were chatting with Lizka about this and that and suddenly she said to me out of the blue, “By the way, yesterday at our TOGU I saw that handsome guy you were talking to in South Park! It’s like he’s a correspondence student!” It took my breath away... I couldn’t believe my ears, I wanted to see him at all costs, and I didn’t care about his girlfriend or anything in the world. The next day I decided to meet Lizka after school. I put on my best dress, put on new shoes with high heels (the funny thing is that I don’t wear heels at all, well, for the sake of such an occasion I decided to take off my sneakers and put on my heels, besides, his girlfriend, judging by the photo, is all such a fifa, always in combat painted, in heels. I found TOGU with the same difficulty as when I found the house in which I rent an apartment, because it is located at the other end of the city. I came, met Lizka, met a girl with whom I studied in the same class in Vladivostok, she me She rushed to hug me, scream and squeal, said that I looked very prettier, asked what I was doing here, invited me to visit if anything happened, explained to me how to get to her dorm. But unfortunately I didn’t see Lyosha. Tonight Oleg and I were planning to go with SUSHI DOM and I asked Lizka to come with us, her eyes widened, “What am I going to do there?” she asked, and I didn’t know how to tell her that I was afraid that he would try to kiss me again, but he wouldn’t try to kiss me sooner with her. Everything. She lied that he would be with a friend today. Then I had to call him and ask him to take a friend and lie that Lizka wanted to meet someone. The four of us sat together, the plan worked, Lizka then went to spend the night with me and didn’t try to kiss in front of people. When they went to bed, she asked what was going on: “Don’t you like Oleg?” he says, but I don’t know what to answer, as if he likes it, but as if he doesn’t. The next day I went to pick her up again at TOGU and lo and behold! I met him! I walked to the main entrance, and he came out of it! My heart was pounding, my breathing was blocked, I was probably flushed. We said hello, he again let’s ask about the oligarch, I said that I hadn’t found anyone, he said that everything was ahead, we chatted about nothing, we went our separate ways, and then he shouted after me - Do you still live on Sputnik? - Yes! — I answered, barely breathing. “Let’s go for a walk in the evening?” - I work until 22.00 - Well, after work. I’ll call you at ten... And then he’s about to leave, and then he stops and says, “Wait, why am I calling you?” I gave him a number - What’s his name? - he asked - Alice! - Very nice! Lyosha And then I was a fool and blurted out, “I know!” Naturally, let’s ask how I know, but I said that I’ll tell you later. I was supposed to meet with Oleg, I had to call and lie that I was sick. Exactly at 10, Lyosha called, as promised, and clarified which BIRD I work at (there are about five of them in Khabarovsk) and said that he would be there in 15 minutes. I stopped by and asked where I wanted to go, I said to the ponds. And off we went. We got out of the car and just went for a walk. We walked, ate ice cream, I admired this beauty... I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life than these ponds. During this fan, I learned so many new things about Lesha, he is 23 years old, he is studying at Tomsk State University to become a programmer, he is graduating this year, he works in the same field, he previously studied at the theater here in Khabarovsk, but then he decided that it was not for him and transferred to TOGU, it turned out that he is interested in a healthy lifestyle, goes in for sports, so he is categorically against Fast-food. I told him a lot about myself, my life, my family. He listened to me with interest and laughed sincerely when I told him funny stories from my life. This was my first time! It seemed to me that I was ready to entrust everything to a person, all my secrets, all my secrets. We discussed absolutely everything that night. He said that he would really like to go to Vladivostok, take a walk, look at the sea, he asked me to promise him that as soon as I get ready to go home, that I will take him with me. And I promised, quite seriously... Then he told me about his girlfriend, who, as it turned out, was already an ex-girlfriend, they had been dating for many years, but lately they had often quarreled and decided that it was better for them not to be together. When it got colder, he gave me his jacket. I will never forget this moment. We were sitting on a bench on the ponds and suddenly the conversation turned to our meeting near the club, we laughed because we mistook him for a taxi driver. And then he told me that he liked me then, he then thought about me, and several times he even tried to drive up to my entrance and wait for me there, but he never decided. And when we met for the third time, he realized that it was not just like that and decided to invite me for a walk. I really wanted to cry when he said all this... and then we kissed. And it was so wonderful, not at all like with Oleg, with Lesha I wanted it to never end... I just wanted to dissolve in him, always feel his awesome smell, see his eyes. Then we went to the embankment, walked there, in the distance, houses were visible on the bank of the Amur River, he told me that he lived there, I was surprised, because he said that he lived next to me, it turned out to be true, it’s just that I was a fool and didn’t know that Cupid is not far from me at all! And when I found out that he had a view of the Amur River from his window, I said that I really wanted to see it and he invited me to go to him tomorrow. Then he lifted me from the ground and sat me right on the railing of the bridge on which we stood, I became so scared that I might fall into the Amur, but he hugged me and said that I should not be afraid of anything, and I realized that with him I was not afraid Nothing. And we kissed again, and he held me tightly as he did so. He brought me home already at four o'clock. I arrived and immediately passed out, all night I dreamed of him, Cupid, the view from his window... The next day, as agreed, he came to pick me up, and he didn’t stop by, but came in, and we went to see him. He lived like me in a new building in a completely new area called “Stroitel”. We came to him, he had a very nice apartment, he immediately showed me the view from the window. How gorgeous he is, I just couldn’t tear myself away. He prepared dinner, it turns out he also cooks deliciously, we had dinner, chatted, I didn’t even notice how time flew by and now it was already midnight. He invited me to stay with him, I understood that it would be frivolous on my part, but I simply did not have the strength to leave, I felt so good with him! We went to bed together, hugged so hugged and slept all night, and woke up early in the morning, had breakfast, he took me to work and went to work himself. Without any doubt, I hopelessly fell in love. All day I just raved to them, I could not think about anything else. In the evening, he called me and offered to go with him and his friends to Zayimki on the weekend (a recreation center in a suburbs of Khabarovsk). Of course, I agreed, I got out of work to the weekend (just my shift) until Saturday was two days, I waited impatiently when they passed, and now they went, and we went, I didn’t even take the phone with me. I really liked his friends, they are all so good, funny. We ate barbecue, rolled on rollers, walked along the shore of the Amur. It was the best weekend in my life! Happy returned home, happy! Oleg has already torn the whole phone in these two days. On Monday, nothing was heard from Lesha, on Tuesday, too, I began to worry ... And on Wednesday he called me asked how I work today, said that I had to meet. He came to me, there was simply no face on him, and he told me that he really likes me, and that he would never forget this week, but there could be nothing between us. And he left! I'm in tears, I don't know what to do! I could not fall asleep all night. The next day I sit down in an agent, and a girl who was with us was in my friend, I added her, we talked and from her I found out that he returned to his girlfriend. He told me that all of them liked me very much, and they persuaded Lesha to meet with me, but he returned to the former ... I seemed to have not lived for a week! Oleg came every day, took me home, I tried in every possible way to let him understand that I did not want anything, but he did not understand this! I told Lisa about Lesha, she said that he was just a goose and is not worth my experiences. I understood this in my soul, but I could not calm down. I decided to quit from a bird, found another job. Draised the last week. And then one day, he came to the cafe! He came, greeted me, I dryly answered him “Zdaste”, and asked him to make an order. He said that he wants to talk to me and I asked him "Are we familiar with me?" Then he got angry, ordered himself a bunch of everything, although he said that he was against this food, sat down and became defiantly all this. Then I ordered more, then again. And so until the evening he sat. Then he left closer to the closure ... Well, more precisely, he did not leave, he just got out of the cafe, got into the car and stood waited. When I went out, he began to try to talk to me, I explained that I did not want to talk to him, then he almost powered me into his car, said that he was thinking about me all the time that I sunk into his soul, that he Fell in love with me. I did not entrust my ears! It seemed to me I just got into a fairy tale, but as soon as I remembered that he exchanged me, exchanged my feelings for his ex, I did not want to see him. Then he closed his face with his hands said that he was completely confused, that for the first time he liked someone except his Natasha for so much time. He said that he was very attached to her and has long been trying to leave and could not. And then I just stepped on my throat told him “you can, then we’ll talk!” And I left. The next day I went home by taxi, without suspecting anything, I hear SMS came, I am sure that this is some other action in the InSiti or a taxi alliance, well, or something like that ... I was mistaken, Lesha wrote that I parted with Natasha. I asked for a long time, he replied that forever. I drove up to the house, I went out of a taxi and he stands near my entrance, with flowers. Here it began, "Sorry!" ! I am such a fool! " "I almost lost you!" "You are what I was looking for!" He invited me to meet, I answered yes. We are happy. After some time, I moved to his beautiful apartment with a view of the Amur. And after half a year we got married, we had a gorgeous wedding ... A wedding with a loved one, in a beloved city, what could be more beautiful? The next year I entered the correspondence, I work in a wedding salon. After another half a year, we changed the apartment and moved to the center, now we live near the ponds .... Well, at the end of this fairy tale, I want to say that this spring my mother and I are going to fly to Paris =) this is a story, I am very happy! Thanks to everyone who mastered))

Married to a millionaire: together in sorrow and in joy?

The husband is an oligarch, this, of course, is wonderful! But we must not forget that every medal has a flip side. How many times have there been loud reports in the media about scandalous divorces of millionaires from their wives! When separating, the former spouses shared everything: apartments, cars, yachts and even children. Thus, Rustam Tariko, whose capital is about $2 billion, sued his wife for the rights to her daughters a couple of years ago. The children remained with their father, and their unemployed mother Tatyana Osipova was forced to pay monthly alimony for their maintenance.

Banker Vadim Levin sued his wife for their children for five years! As a result, Anna Astanina, Levin’s ex-wife, was forcibly admitted to a psychiatric clinic. A French language teacher at one of the capital's universities was forced to spend a whole month in a psychiatric hospital, until her sister made a fuss about this incident, and Anna was released from the hospital.

Another negative example is the story of Tatyana Panchenkova, the ex-wife of oligarch Shalva Chigirinsky. The millionaire, hiding from creditors, went abroad, and now his ex-wife must pay all his debts.

But not all stories with oligarch husbands necessarily end badly. For example, Viktor Vekselberg, the general director of an innovative company, has been married to his wife Marina Dobrynina for more than thirty years. Having fallen in love with Marina during his student years, Vekselberg remained true to his feelings throughout his life. By the way, the businessman is one of the ten richest people in our country, his capital is almost 13 billion dollars.

Or take the story of millionaire Alisher Usmanov and the famous gymnast Irina Viner. To be together, the spouses had to go through a lot: their parents saw completely different people next to their children. The lovers went against the wishes of their parents, but maintained their relationship. Then Alisher went to jail: in Soviet times, what is today called business throughout the world was severely punished. Being many kilometers away from his beloved, Usmanov sent her a scarf as a gift. According to Uzbek customs, this gesture means a marriage proposal. Alisher and Irina officially legalized their relationship only in 1992. At that time they had been together for almost 20 years.

Become the wife of an oligarch. Towards the goal - step by step

Marrying a millionaire is not an easy task. But you can’t call it impossible either. The main thing is to clearly define a goal for yourself and move towards it, perhaps slowly but surely. As a last resort, every girl has one more option to become the wife of an oligarch - to raise him herself. By analogy with the well-known saying about a lieutenant and a general, you need to throw in your lot with a promising programmer or architect, and step by step, hand in hand with your husband, go towards your cherished goal. So that one fine day I can say to myself: “My wish has come true, I am the wife of an oligarch!”

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author: Mark Ifraimov

Coming from Kazakhstan, my writing style has become a little oriental, and in this style I offer you today’s post.

They say that once upon a time one woman, with the glorious name of Scheherazade, left for all the daughters and wives of our planet a Master Course for seducing kings and turning them into their devoted husbands.

That Master Course was called “Tales of 1000 and One Nights” and was available to every virgin looking for a way to capture the heart of not just a simple husband, but a powerful one in this world. In modern dialect called an oligarch.

Unfortunately, as often happens, what is open to the human eye becomes an encrypted message, and “Tales of the 1000 and 1 Night” turned from a textbook of seduction into simple fairy tales.

And one day the soul of Scheherazade came to me at night and asked me to tell the wise women how she was able to melt the heart of King Shahriyar and become not only the mother of his children, but also the love of his life.

“I will tell you my story, dear and venerable Mark, and you pass it on to others. So that every woman can understand what a strong man needs when his soul seems cruel and unrequited,” Scheherazade asked me.

“I listen and obey, oh great lady!” I answered her.

Listen, dear maidens and wives, to the true story of the wise Scheherazade about why her plan was a success.

Scheherazade was the daughter of the vizier of King Shahriyar, and her father, the vizier, was so smart that he married a very wise woman, who bore him two daughters: Scheherazade and Dunyazade.

Mom taught her daughters how to behave with a man in order to turn his anger into mercy and be not just desired by him, but necessary.

When Scheherazade was 14 years old and she realized that she had become a girl, her mother called her into the chambers, where there were no prying ears, and told her these words:

“Allah is great and merciful and may He help you understand once and for all the 4 rules that a woman must follow if she wants to enjoy her wife’s happiness and well-being.

Rule One, my daughter: play by the rules that a man offers you. Otherwise, he will become angry and he will unleash his power on you. Remember, when a hard force, like a merciless knife, is approaching you, become softer than butter so that it does not cause you any harm. The hard cannot harm the soft. When a man offers you his game, offer him your game so that he believes that it is his game.

What do you remember, my girl?”

— Accept the game that a man offers me and be soft enough in this game to start my own game with him.

"My Smartie. Now remember Rule Two: Always encourage the man to continue the game. Remember, as long as the game continues, he will need you and will think that he loves you.

Tell me how you understood this rule?”

“I understood, mom, that as long as I play with a man, he is interested in me, and he will love me.”

“Truly Allah is above you, my daughter. Your wisdom makes me calm about your fate. Now the Third Rule that you need to remember: no matter how cruel and angry your man comes to you, shine on him so that under the rays of the sun in your heart he melts and relaxes, like a lion after a hearty meal.

Men seek resistance to feel stronger. Don’t let your man see the strength in you, otherwise his mind will become clouded and he will think that you are a man. And then there will be a fight. The sun in your heart and the gentleness of your soul will defeat your lion faster than all the armies he is ready to fight.

What did you understand, oh my wise girl?”

“I realized that when a man comes to me, I need to love him with all my heart and accept his mood so that peace returns to his heart and his mind calms down.

“How smart you are, Scheherazade. “May the mercy of Allah be with you,” said Scheherazade’s mother and continued, “Now the Fourth Rule, my girl: When your man gets ready to go about his business, let him go with such faith in yourself, as if you were letting him go into the next room. Never tremble that he will find someone better than you. Remember: there are so few people in the world who know how to play with men that you can count them on the fingers of one hand.

Women do not believe in themselves because they believe that men are only interested in the female body, which only ages and becomes covered with folds and wrinkles. And every young woman is capable of attracting her husband with her body.

Maybe Scheherazade, young, will be able to attract a man, but she won’t be able to keep him. For only the game of riddle holds men back. When you let a man go, confident and mysterious, then all day long, while he is busy, he asks himself the question, what else do I not know about her? Why is she so confident? I must understand and solve it!

So, how do you understand the Fourth Rule, Scheherazade?”

“I let my man go to do his business, believing in myself so much that I make him run to me and unravel my secret.”

“Oh, now I’m sure, daughter, that nothing in the world can harm you. Allah will protect you!”

………………………………………………………………………………

A little time passed and Scheherazade's mother died, and three years later dark times came.

King Shahriyar, having learned about his wife’s betrayal, brought a virgin to his chambers every night, satisfied his need for her, and killed her the next morning. This went on for three years and people fled the country, fearing for the lives of their daughters.

And one day the king ordered his vizier (Scheherazade’s father) to bring him, according to custom, a girl, and the vizier went out and began to look, but did not find a single girl suitable for marriage and went to his home, oppressed and depressed, fearing for himself evil from the king.

And Scheherazade exclaimed: “I conjure you by Allah, oh father, marry me to this king, and then I will either live or be a ransom for the daughters of Muslims and save them from the king.” “I conjure you by Allah,” exclaimed the vizier, “do not expose yourself to such danger!” But Scheherazade said: “This must inevitably happen!”

And then the father equipped Scheherazade and took her to King Shahryar.

Remembering what her mother taught, Scheherazade taught her younger sister and told her: “When I come to the king, I will send for you, and you, when you come and see that the king has satisfied his need for me, say: “Oh sister, talk to us and tell us something to shorten the sleepless night,” and I will tell you something that, with the permission of Allah, will be our liberation.”

And so the vizier, Scheherazade’s father, brought her to the king, and the king, seeing him, was delighted and asked: “Have you delivered what I need?” And the vizier said: “Yes!” And Shahriyar wanted to take Scheherazade, but she cried; and then he asked her: “What’s the matter with you?”

Scheherazade said: “O king, I have a little sister, and I want to say goodbye to her.” And the king then sent for Dunyazada, and she came to her sister, hugged her and sat down on the floor near the bed.

And then Shahryar took possession of Scheherazade, and then they began to talk; and the younger sister said to Scheherazade: “I conjure you by Allah, sister, tell us something to shorten the sleepless hours of the night.”

So Scheherazade fulfilled the First Rule that her mother taught her.

“With love and desire, if the impeccable king allows me,” Scheherazade answered, becoming so courteous and soft that the king, who was suffering from insomnia, upon hearing these words, was glad to hear the story, and allowed it.

So Scheherazade fulfilled the Second Rule that her mother taught her.

And Scheherazade began to tell the king a fairy tale, which you can find in the tales of “One Thousand and One Nights.” And while she was telling the story, she loved Shahryar with all her heart, accepting his mood, so that peace would return to the king’s heart and his mind would calm down.

So Scheherazade fulfilled the Third Rule that her mother taught her.

Scheherazade told tales until morning overtook her and she stopped talking. And her sister exclaimed: “Oh sister, how beautiful, good, and pleasant and sweet your story is!”

But Scheherazade, remembering the Fourth Rule, which she received from her mother, said: “What does it matter what I will tell you about next night, if I live and the king spares me!” And the king then thought to himself: “I swear to Allah, I will not kill her until I hear the end of her story!”

Then the king went to administer court, and judged, and appointed, and so it was until the evening. And the vizier anxiously waited for the king to order the beheading of his daughter, but he never did, because Shahriyar retired to his chambers to enjoy the continuation of Scheherazade’s story.

As you know, Scheherazade told the king fairy tales for three years and during this time gave birth to three male children from the king. And when, after 1000 and one night, she finished telling him the last story, she rose to her feet and, kissing the ground, said: “O king of time, one in centuries and centuries, I am your slave, and now a thousand nights and one night, how I convey to you stories about former people and the teachings of the ancients. Do I have the right before your majesty so that I can wish a wish from you?”

And the king said to her: “Wish it, you will receive it, O Scheherazade.” And then she called the nannies and eunuchs and said to them: “Bring my children.” And they hastily brought them, and they had three sons, one of whom walked, another crawled, and the third suckled.

And when they were brought, Scheherazade took them and placed them before the king and, kissing the ground, said: “O king of time, these are your sons, and I wish from you that you free me from killing for the sake of these children. If you kill me, these children will be left without a mother and will not find a woman who will raise them well!”

And then the king began to cry, and pressed the children to his chest, and said: “O Scheherazade, I swear by Allah, I had mercy on you before these children appeared, because I saw that you were chaste, pure, noble and God-fearing. May Allah bless you, your father, your mother, your root and your branch. I call Allah to witness that I have freed you from everything that could harm you.”

And Scheherazade kissed the king’s hands and feet, and rejoiced with great joy, and exclaimed: “May Allah prolong your life and increase your dignity and greatness.”

Ksenia SOBCHAK and Oksana ROBSKI: You need to prepare for a divorce from an oligarch from the wedding

The two most famous glamor girls - Ksyusha Sobchak and Oksana Robski - recently turned into avid girlfriends and even decided to become co-authors. Their first joint work promises to become a bestseller. Because the two “secular predators” who broke a bunch of rich people’s hearts know firsthand what it’s like to hunt an oligarch. True, not everyone can practice such a hunt, and life with an oligarch, judging by the book, is not sweet. But it's always interesting to look into the jungle of the world of the rich. Especially now, when a new series called “Abramovich’s Divorce” is unfolding before the eyes of the people. We publish fragments from the book “Married to a Millionaire” by Sobchak and Robski with the permission of the publishing house “AST”.

Even Abramovich has special cockroaches in his head

If you really want to ruin your only life by marrying an oligarch, well, we will teach you how to do it right. Although... Still - for the last time, in case you come to your senses - try to understand who the oligarch is! If you want to live happily and prosperously, choose average income. Believe me, the standard of living after the first 50 million is approximately the same as after the second 500 million, but colossal changes occur in the minds of the owners of these states. Take, for example, some construction businessman and Abramovich. They are all different. Even cockroaches are in their heads.

Oligarch is the next level, and it’s better not to go to it. For ordinary people at the oligarch level, the game ends too quickly and too sadly... Just imagine for a second that you have overcome all the obstacles and this is the top... What next?

Your husband is almost never at home. He is always at work... together with his young secretary, and after saying goodbye to her, he will go - no, not to you! - to his mistress. And it is unlikely that he will have one.

Your husband's generosity ended just as he put the ring on your finger. Buy you a fur coat or go to a restaurant - here he will bargain for every dollar...

What about you? The first three years you will devote to shopping. You no longer ride the subway - you rock on the leather cushions of your own Bentley, your first Dolce Gabanna jeans, your first Birkin handbag... But what after the twentieth handbag? Everything has already been purchased. But you really want someone to hug you (and, by the way, have sex) and at least sometimes delve into your problems...

Then the unhappy wife moves on to plan B. One day she will tell him: “Honey, I’m having a baby...” Let’s make a reservation right away. A child can be neither a means nor a weapon. If the oligarch somehow carries his wife alone nearby, then the wife and child are expected to be deported. Sometimes chic. Creepy settlements of Russian women with oligarchic offspring are growing in abandoned corners of Europe. Places of settlement are chosen in such a way that it is difficult to get to, therefore, husbands rarely get to them. Of course, these reservations have all the conditions for offspring. But this is how it feels for her - not only as a wife, but also as a mother.

Further - worse. Antidepressants are used, and sweet psychotherapists become the main friends. Wives are starting to get involved in strange things - yoga and feng shui, excursions to Shao-Lin... But this is not the end. Somehow, looking in the mirror, the unfortunate woman understands: the only thing that can save her is a complete “tuning”. She decides to change absolutely everything about herself...

Breasts - in Los Angeles, nose - from Rybakin, lips - from Pavlyuchenko, liposuction and peeling... and... lo and behold! One day, the husband, tormented by his conscience, nevertheless comes home... And sees a completely different person. To his horror, he discovers that he is married to a degraded version of Pamela Anderson. This time he will leave with a clear conscience and will try to return even less often.

Do you still want to become the wife of an oligarch? Then this book is for you!

Remember the divorce

The first thing the future wife of an oligarch should think about is the impending divorce. That this marriage will end in formal or informal divorce is beyond doubt. The question is, with what losses will the parties come out of it?

It is important to understand: does your future rival in the division of property have at least a shred of conscience? Take a close look at his relationship with his parents. If he is still drawn to the family, you have a chance. The more children you manage to produce in marriage, the harder it will be for him to leave you with nothing.

If this does not work out, the high cost of movable and immovable property comes to the rescue. Alas, joint ownership of property is much more effective in preserving a family than love.

...You may be very surprised when you find out in the courtroom that your husband works as a janitor in his own company and his official salary does not reach three hundred dollars. Your family life could end much sadder. One morning, young, strong guys in white coats will come to you and throw on you a shirt from an unknown couturier with long sleeves that tie at the back.

If you are a prudent person and have long been a subject of the British Crown, then it’s a different matter. According to British laws, quite often a wife can not only receive half, but also force her ex-husband to engage in the initial accumulation of capital... Actually, the only case of a happily lasting oligarchic marriage was caused by a brief message received by the husband from his wife’s lawyer. Brief, because the list of property that could remain with the oligarch after the divorce was tragically small. Literally at that very moment... he was inflamed with passion for his wife, who almost became his ex. Watching these doves is a pleasure. Everywhere together...

However, the game “Become the wife of an oligarch” always has one, and unhappy, ending. No matter how much material winnings you finish it with, no one will return your youth to you or give you a chance to play it again.

The most far-sighted wives of oligarchs know one more recipe - be popular. ...Truly rich men are afraid of publicity. Nothing scares the oligarch more than his ex-wife in Andrei Malakhov’s studio, broadcasting to the whole country about how he left her and their children without a penny.

With divorce in mind, you need to take your wedding seriously. A wedding with an oligarch is a luxurious event. We need to... get everything from this show. Because this show is the penultimate one where you will be in the lead role. The next submission will be called divorce. And you must do everything to make the first divorce night no worse than the wedding night.

Oksana ROBSKI: I know how difficult it is to go through a divorce!

We reached Oksana Robski.

— I’ve been in India for 3 weeks now in the tranquil absence of newspapers, and you’re the first to hear the news about the Abramovichs’ divorce. Well, if love passes, divorce is inevitable sooner or later. But it’s better for this to happen before people begin to hate each other, and children become hostages to the endless showdown of their relationships. In general, once again it’s a pity that a beautiful picture turned out to be a puzzle.

Ksyusha SOBCHAK: I'm happy for Abramovich!

— Ksenia, what do you think about Abramovich’s divorce?

— Everything we wanted to say about Abramovich was written with Oksana Robski in our new book. His situation is described there.

— In the book, you left Abramovich’s hope of saving his marriage. But he still gets divorced!

- Divorce is wonderful. I'm very happy for him! Marriage to an oligarch usually ends in divorce. There are rarely exceptions to the rule.

— It turns out that Abramovich’s divorce is a vital confirmation of your postulate?

- May be.

- They say he gave his wife a compensation of 300 million dollars...

- Don't know. There is also a book about how to get a divorce. “The Hunt for the Oligarch” is the pilot title. The book will be published under the title “Married to a Millionaire.” Oksana Robski and I co-wrote it because we decided that the opinion of two girls is more valuable than one. And experience too.

— In the book you give a classification of oligarchs. What species does Mr. Roman Abramovich belong to, since he is now also free?

- This is a humorous book, and the classification is humorous! I think that everyone will find themselves in some type. Everything is guessed there.

Anna VELIGZHANINA.

Types and subtypes of millionaires

When starting the hunt for an oligarch, it is important to think carefully:

“Who do I want?” Oligarchs are different breeds, each with their own habits and characteristics

Bear rod

The most dangerous thing about the connecting rod millionaire is that he is no longer in a den. The whole life of a connecting rod is a constant effort to build a family nest. Until he starts living in a hotel, because it hurts him to constantly part with another newly renovated apartment. An apartment that each time another woman has to leave.

That is, the only use of this type of oligarch is to get an apartment, although he will leave you before the end of its renovation. The renovation has begun, which means that very soon he will wave his hand at you. ...The easiest way to find him is in a hotel - he is just tearfully breaking up with another woman who became pregnant from him, handing her the keys to the apartment. It is not difficult to capture the attention of the connecting rod. The method is simple - more mystery. The main thing is that you are different from others. Say everything completely out of place, occasionally inserting words in Swahili (the meaning of what is said does not matter)... Each woman of the connecting rod is a modernized version of the previous one. They behave the same way, about the same height, build, hair color... Do you want to win someone like that? Just look at what his previous girlfriend looked like and do the same - being younger and newer is enough. And don’t be surprised if you are mistaken for your predecessor who underwent plastic surgery.

Snow goat

It’s not for nothing that our show business stars earn most of their money not in the capital, but as a result of traveling around the North. This is where you need to look for oligarchs. There you can easily be considered a metropolitan thing, even if you know about Moscow only from glossy magazines.

Snow goats value intellectual women in their goat's understanding. You have to be mannered, you have to have a copy of Coelho in your purse, and every gesture has to remind you, if not of the institution of noble maidens, then at least of your mother, who didn’t let her daughter go anywhere until she was 18.

At the sound of a chanson, you should definitely wrinkle your nose and offer to go “to the opera.” More aphorisms in Latin, and by all means - poetry in the evening. Snow goats are straightforward creatures and, marveling at you, somewhere in their souls they will think: “Yes, here it is, inaccessible to me - lofty and beautiful, the salt of life!” And if you also have a surname with history... Well, for example, among your relatives or namesakes there are famous actresses, then the snow goat’s desire to be next to you will simply go through the roof.

Raccoon

The oligarch raccoon is one of the most mysterious species. His middle name is Non-Public. His first name is very pedantic - one word with three "h".

If you leave a cigarette butt in a pristine ashtray when visiting him, you will never see him again. Be sure to take off your shoes, it is advisable to bring slippers with you, preferably disposable ones. God forbid you hang a towel incorrectly in the guest toilet! Therefore, it is better to dry your hands with your own hot breath. But at the same time, the raccoon oligarchs are quiet people with money. You can live with someone like this for years and never realize that he is not just rich, but very rich. If you manage to pass the hygiene test and gain his trust, the initiative will pass to him. Your task is not to leave the image. The only question is whether you want to spend your life in a hospital, and not just in a hospital, but right in the operating room, because the raccoon's house is most similar to it. Here, every thing has its place, and sooner or later such a place will appear for you too. And what a delight it is to live with a person in whose head there is a calculator that never turns off for a second, which takes into account your every expense.

Deer

The deer oligarch is always careful, always on the alert. If you manage to lead him to the idea that marriage cannot be avoided, this idea will be supported by a marriage contract as thick as the complete works of Marx and Engels combined. And all this despite the fact that all his property was registered in his mother’s name a long time ago. The main test of a deer is shopping. How long can you go without asking him to buy something... There are two things that are useless to fight - female cellulite and male greed... Every greedy person has his own personal global theory, according to which he is not a greedy person at all, but the savior of humanity. A standard example is that a woman should not be given a lot of money, because then she will not have an incentive to develop... The apotheosis of courtship should be the moment when a fresh thought suddenly dawns on you that your suitor is rich... At this moment you should issue a policy statement: “ You lied to me. I want nothing to do with the rich, the corrupt and the immoral. Never". You turn and, slowly, go towards the Sun. So that he understands exactly that he must throw everything at your feet this very second. He's yours. Undivided. But not for long. He may be a deer, but he’s still an oligarch.

Squid

When a squid oligarch flies to Moscow and goes to work, nothing says that he is a squid. But when he goes to Monaco... That's when he grows his long tentacles. Here it is important to understand that he is not a groom, but a man on vacation. Some people have sex once a week on Wednesdays, and the squid once a year on vacation, but here it can no longer be kept... Since the squid is on vacation, it needs to be entertained. And at the same time constantly demonstrate your independence. Just repeat it like a mantra in front of him: “I... hate family life! I can’t stand small children and dogs...”

Your girlfriends should constantly call, pretend to be lovers, arrange dates... The squid's biggest fear is... what if someone undresses him, puts his shoes on him, cheats him out of money or... into a serious relationship. It’s not a bad idea to borrow a car from a friend, come and say: “Here’s a gift from my admirer...” And, who knows, he might even suddenly offer to leave the toothbrush at his place, but don’t rush to agree. No! ...one must say contemptuously:

- I hope this is not the first step towards living together?!

And disappear for three days after that. Turn off the phone... What's next? He's yours. At least until the end of the holiday. Use it.

The book was read by Andrey VELIGZHANIN