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SPIDERMAN HANDSOME

SPIDERMAN HANDSOME ILYA SACHKOV HAS MADE MORE MONEY ON CATCHING HACKERS THAN OTHERS DID ON OIL. HIS SECRET? VISIONS. RUBEN ZARBABYAN STUDIED CYBER-DETECTIVE’S BIOGRAPHY!

The idea to establish Group-IB, which today has a turnover approaching nine digits in dollars, came during his freshman year, when Sachkov had frontal sinusitis — a condition when the mucosa of the frontal sinuses get an inflammation. As other methods were fruitless, the hospital offered a craniotomy.

“When I learned that it is done without anaesthesia, I got scared. An elderly resuscitator reassured me: ‘Don’t you worry,’ she said, ‘we shall give you some morphine, and this operation will become your favourite.’ Even before morphine started to kick in I got a sensation that everything in life is very clear; there are no unanswered questions and what is happening with me has a deeper meaning: from the drilling of my skull to the disgusting pop music in the hallway.”

Returning to his ward he found a classmate waiting with a Kevin Mandia book on computer investigations. “Discharged I started looking for a company that did something like that. Turned out there were none of those in Russia. So I gathered a few Bauman students, we borrowed five thousand dollars from my elder brother, made a site, rented an office on Arbat and got our first case a few days later.”
STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

ST. PETE’S PRETTIEST YULIA MATVIYENKO — RUSSIA’S FEDERATION COUNCIL CHAIRMAN VALENTINA MATVIYENKO’S DAUGHTER-IN-LAW — STARTS HER ASCENT

Text by Ksenia Solovieva

Kazanskaya 7, Quarenghi Palace. Not a bad address for a young fashion brand’s showroom.
In fact in St. Pete it’s all easy: to sell dresses in a house by a famous Italian architect, one does not need friends in high places. Ordinary entrance lobbies are so picturesque magazines arrange fashion shoots there. And apartments become cheaper before one’s very eyes, a three-hundred-meter apartment on the embankment of Fontanka river costs a thousand pounds — like a small Chelsea basement. So Yulia Matviyenko set up her JM Studio showroom in hundred-meter room of a 1810-meter palace. “There used to sell botox here before we came,” Yulia says. “We walked in and were astounded: yellow walls, blue flooring, lots of walls. Under six-meter-high stucco ceilings! And full-length windows on top of it all.”

GALINA IN BLOOM

FROM ST PETERSBURG’S BOHEMIAN TO LONDON’S CREME DE LA CREME. KSENIA SOLOVIEVA VISITED GALINA AGAPOVA AT HER HOME IN REGENT’S PARK.

I saw Galya for the first time seven years ago, at the amfAR charity auction in Cannes. I was tipped off that a lovely Russian couple rents the same Eden Roc villa, that Angelina and Brad used to. That night Agapova was a siren, a silver one — wearing an mermaidy Alexander McQueen dress. Thick, richly decorated hair, heavy jewellery that gave hope that the auction will be a success. She moved slowly, with dignity. Her husband with a highbrow haircut, wearing a tuxedo, glasses and butterfly — spitting image of a Stanford professor — looked at her with a barely hidden passion. Agapovs did buy a lot after all — Robert Pattinson’s kiss.

The actor had just shot the second
“Twilight” movie, and our tablemates joked that they took advantage of a chance to get an organically pure vegetarian vampire kiss.

The kiss itself was intended for Lucille — An-drey Agapov’s daughter from his first marriage, but the whole family went to enjoy it. Amonth later, they travelled to New York, where “Remember Me” was being shot. There Pattinson as an honest man kissed the reddened schoolgirl (now student at King’s College) on both cheeks.

MARRIED IN ABSENTIA

MARIA LOPATOVA, ANDREI KIRILENKO’S WIFE, HAS HER OWN UNDERSTANDING OF WHOM ONE SHOULD GET MARRIED TO AND HOW.

I never had a proper wedding. No pictures either. There was a wedding registry entry made in Khamovniki Records Office, me wearing a plush sports costume (I pray to god it was not a Juicy Couture) and my three-meter-high young groom, wearing a suit from a plus-size shop. As the more responsible one between us, he didn’t mind to have this important moment captured on camera. Me — a total goof, two weeks following a surgery, and fresh pregnant — stood swinging from the dizziness, repeating a single question: “Where do I sign? Wherever do I sign?” The registry official’s speech was interminable. I all but fainted a few times.

As soon as the woman finished, I crept to the door, where my twenty-year-old husband literally picked me up and carried me into

the car — without a single flower. I could only think about how I wanted to lie down… We had to get married ASAP, because on the next day Andrei had to fly to US in order to become a power forward for NBA’s Utah Jazz.

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