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2011 – present, Moscow, Russia

Novelist.  Real estate developer and interior architect

2005-2010 – London, UK 

European Bank for reconstruction and development (EBRD).  Executive Board Director for Russia 

2002-2005 – Moscow, Russia    

VTB bank.  Vice-president (direct equities)

2001 – Moscow, Russia 

MBRR bank. Vice-president (corporate clients)

1999-2000 – Мoscow, Russia

Most–bank.  First vice-president

1998-1999 – Moscow, Russia 

Vnesheconombank. Deputy Chariman. 

1994-1997 – Washington, USA

The World Bank.  Project manager 

1993 – Washington, USA

The IMF.  Adviser to the Russian Executive director 

1990-1992 – Moscow, Russia 

Moscow Government.  Head of Property Management Committee

1990 – Moscow, Russia

Мoscow City Council. Elected chairperson of Economic Policy and Property Committee

1984-1989 – Moscow, Russia

Institute of Oriental Studies, USSR Academy of Science. Researcher

Education:

Moscow State University, Master (economics)

Moscow State University, PhD (finance)

Georgetown University, Washington. School of architecture and interior design

KLC School of interior design, London  

Throughout my life I turn pages and start from the new page. With errors and typos, achievements and blasts.  Standing ready for this.  

***  

In 1990 I changed career of a researcher in economics for an elected politician, having dived into the revolution.  I was the head of Moscow Property Management Committee with the task to develop private ownership in Moscow.   When realized own inefficiency, understood that the acquired experience is unique and the whole life is still ahead.  I was immediately invited to work for the World Bank in Washington.  I left Russia full of doubts, if this was the right move – to downshift from a minister to a line manager, but happy that my son would grow up in America, where there was enough food, where people are not hostile, where he would breath the air of freedom. 

In a cheap office suite with a laptop I lived in planes, writing reports about reforms in Kazakhstan, Slovenia, Georgia. I kept rolling my debts from one credit card to another, because even a very nice salary was never enough for the family of four.  I built my own house. I was surprised how many American are obese, and how dull is life in Washington. With no regrets I again turned the page and went back to Russia – the whole life is still ahead! But I have changed: America become a part of me, and I stopped being only Russian.  

Seven long spent in Russian banks at the end of 90’s – the beginning of 2000’s – yet another life. Banks were just emerging, we learned new vernacular: cash-flow, ratings, margin calls, audit reports… The worst years of Russian mayhem were over, there were many “oligarchs” that the word started to lose its magic, their power was shrinking under the growing might of the state wheels. Rallies and acute poverty disappeared, substituted by dull and stable depression and hope as a mean for surviving. The eternity has passed since then. I remembered America, would regularly go there on vacation to meet my grown up son. I lived between two countries, they both became native to me, and I couldn’t fathom that soon yet another life would start.

During those years I created my first interior project and having sold it was surprised that it turned a profitable one.   I bought the next flat, was working long hours doing technical drawings, designing lights and fake beans. I still recall this one, its bright bathroom and six windows of the corner living room, which I managed to turn into the interior key feature. Started the third project – in the luxury, period residential building called ‘the Lions’ House’, this has become my first truly professional work.   

Then – yet another life and another new world in London, where my country sent me as the Russian Board director at the European bank for reconstruction and development (EBRD), and clock started again ticking from ‘Stunde null’. Europe is so different from the States, the continent with no borders, had been so appealing. Skip countries one by one without noticing the change, everyone speaks at least two or three languages. But the culture is the same. Not only is it the same, but also it is very close to our own!  We are people of the same history, we have the same roots. We are Europeans. In London I learned the design further, absorbed English style which changes can be richly imposing, cozy, extravagant, full of apparent mismatches. Fell in love with English floral textile, with paints which colors are so deep and tactile, with English quality. Developed an English interior of my own – in style of Mayfair, where I lived.

***

Four years of the next life, abundantly filled with fear and despair. In 2010 the EBRD accused me in promoting Russian clients “out of mercenary interests”, in corruption, to put it simple. They started an internal inquiry and even bothered to bring an ex-FBI agent from the States – Mendelsohn, an international celebrity in world-wide combating the corruption. I was terrified and ashamed that I’d given them a reason to think that I had itchy fingers, that I’d set up my country, that I’d screwed up because of my own slackness, because of the invoices and bills scattered around my office, because of the bank declarations that I half-heartedly filled out thinking that as I was paying the taxes, it was none of the Bank’s business what I was doing and how much I was earning on the side and what projects my son and I would choose to invest in. And no one was interested, until they found a reason to be, and a rather biased one.  How silly it was to ignore so many clear signals not to compete for the position of the Bank vice-president, to which I was nominated by Russia so inconveniently for Washington and Brussels.

I resigned without huge regrets, anticipating the new life, another new page. I could not imagine that the EBRD was secretly leaking all information from my personal files to London police and the Brits opened a criminal investigation. Respectively, the Russians did the same. Following the Ministry of Finance order I flew in Moscow, in its frosty winter directly from a ski resort. With two sweaters, two pairs of jeans and a plenty of skiing outfits. No job, assets frozen, friends disappeared – later it’d turned out that the true ones never did. The reputation is ruined, what to do with life – no idea.

I rescued myself having started my first novel. Even the title came to my mind effortlessly, so organic it was to my life in those days – ‘EASY!’

I dove into this writing which was going speedily. A true story about the life of successful people in that, other world, where I left my previous life. As soon as it was taken by a publisher, I started the second one ‘The Third Apple’ – ironic and mischievous parody spy-thriller, a novel about the last months of my London EBRD life. In spring of the next year I finished and sold my new interior, which seems too primitive now, but the flat was sold, and people loved it. In half a year I finished the next project, on Prechistenka street, laconic and classic, yet a bit too basic.  I call it ‘Urban Modern’  

 I started the third project and the third novel at the same time  The most important – not to think about how much I would be able to cope with.  The hell with the interrogations, I am a free person, I live in my own world, according to my own rules, this world is free from set-ups and dirty tricks.  

The novel “Women’s Corporation’ follows Bulgakov’s tradition. Satire, phantasmagoric turns of a contemporary woman’s life.  Plastic surgeries and liposuctions, search for the right man  and one-night stands with or without feelings. Abandoned wives and lemon tarts.  Fears to lose youthful look and a helping hand of the Devil. And what’s behind the scene? Hypocritical moral and fear to face the truth. The heroines have to change all of this, and they do… 

***

The next year, 2013 was probably the worst. On one hand, there’d come the understanding that the fate was not punishing but trying me. On the other, – I was stretched to beyond the limit, physically and morally: interviews, dizziness, I broke an arm, then an ankle. The investigators sent me for forensic examination to a notorious Soviet-style mental institution Kazhenko. The morning that I locked the door behind, to go there, my confidence that I could take this, faded as the power button on the computer when it’s been turned off. It had already entirely disappearing from time to time, then turning on again with dull blinking. Kazhenko was a new trial of me, reality turned inside out,  but I am grateful even for this experience – what a myriad of characters! I published Kazhenko diaries and soon the novel ‘Window Inside Out’ would be available on Amazon.com and other eBook web-sites.  

I had enough time over these four years to think about what had happened to me, and why everything turned out the way it did. Disclosure convinced me: there is no explanation  of my story other than a clear case of entrapment of a person, who’d become a nuisance because of its fight for ‘Russian interests’ and then a clear inconvenience. 

But one way or another towards the end of the disclosure I completed yet another two projects. 

Flat on Malaya Bronnaya street in monochrome grey-white-sand colors with laconic moldings and super-sophisticated elegant kitchenette was still a tribute to my beliefs that a flat for sale ought to be neutral, that originality is a risk. Now I know that  unusual solutions are always stunningly surprising – when they are appropriate and implemented with highest quality, not a single wrinkle. Courage, own signature style come with skills, and those – with experience.

I consider ‘the Loft Flat’ to be my first genuinely original work. This is not an industrial space – living on a plant might be perceived as an unpleasant surprise. The living space ought to remain always cozy, but it is possible to turn into a cozy place even the brutality of a loft, a style which is so in nowadays. 

In parallel – as usual – I was writing the next novel.  This time slowly, working on it for over a year. About the ‘Half-Life’  a period which is known to be endless.  

***

This is my current life. The prosecution is over, I have only to close its English chapter. I have just published the “Half-Life” and finished yet another flat – not so typical for me, full of bright and colorful English paints and textile.   Very merry one, as my present life.  

Now is the time for a new project and for a new novel. 

Short

2011 – present, Moscow, Russia

Novelist.  Real estate developer and interior architect

2005-2010 – London, UK 

European Bank for reconstruction and development (EBRD).  Executive Board Director for Russia 

2002-2005 – Moscow, Russia    

VTB bank.  Vice-president (direct equities)

2001 – Moscow, Russia 

MBRR bank. Vice-president (corporate clients)

1999-2000 – Мoscow, Russia

Most–bank.  First vice-president

1998-1999 – Moscow, Russia 

Vnesheconombank. Deputy Chariman. 

1994-1997 – Washington, USA

The World Bank.  Project manager 

1993 – Washington, USA

The IMF.  Adviser to the Russian Executive director 

1990-1992 – Moscow, Russia 

Moscow Government.  Head of Property Management Committee

1990 – Moscow, Russia

Мoscow City Council. Elected chairperson of Economic Policy and Property Committee

1984-1989 – Moscow, Russia

Institute of Oriental Studies, USSR Academy of Science. Researcher

Education:

Moscow State University, Master (economics)

Moscow State University, PhD (finance)

Georgetown University, Washington. School of architecture and interior design

KLC School of interior design, London  

In details

Throughout my life I turn pages and start from the new page. With errors and typos, achievements and blasts.  Standing ready for this.  

***  

In 1990 I changed career of a researcher in economics for an elected politician, having dived into the revolution.  I was the head of Moscow Property Management Committee with the task to develop private ownership in Moscow.   When realized own inefficiency, understood that the acquired experience is unique and the whole life is still ahead.  I was immediately invited to work for the World Bank in Washington.  I left Russia full of doubts, if this was the right move – to downshift from a minister to a line manager, but happy that my son would grow up in America, where there was enough food, where people are not hostile, where he would breath the air of freedom. 

In a cheap office suite with a laptop I lived in planes, writing reports about reforms in Kazakhstan, Slovenia, Georgia. I kept rolling my debts from one credit card to another, because even a very nice salary was never enough for the family of four.  I built my own house. I was surprised how many American are obese, and how dull is life in Washington. With no regrets I again turned the page and went back to Russia – the whole life is still ahead! But I have changed: America become a part of me, and I stopped being only Russian.  

Seven long spent in Russian banks at the end of 90’s – the beginning of 2000’s – yet another life. Banks were just emerging, we learned new vernacular: cash-flow, ratings, margin calls, audit reports… The worst years of Russian mayhem were over, there were many “oligarchs” that the word started to lose its magic, their power was shrinking under the growing might of the state wheels. Rallies and acute poverty disappeared, substituted by dull and stable depression and hope as a mean for surviving. The eternity has passed since then. I remembered America, would regularly go there on vacation to meet my grown up son. I lived between two countries, they both became native to me, and I couldn’t fathom that soon yet another life would start.

During those years I created my first interior project and having sold it was surprised that it turned a profitable one.   I bought the next flat, was working long hours doing technical drawings, designing lights and fake beans. I still recall this one, its bright bathroom and six windows of the corner living room, which I managed to turn into the interior key feature. Started the third project – in the luxury, period residential building called ‘the Lions’ House’, this has become my first truly professional work.   

Then – yet another life and another new world in London, where my country sent me as the Russian Board director at the European bank for reconstruction and development (EBRD), and clock started again ticking from ‘Stunde null’. Europe is so different from the States, the continent with no borders, had been so appealing. Skip countries one by one without noticing the change, everyone speaks at least two or three languages. But the culture is the same. Not only is it the same, but also it is very close to our own!  We are people of the same history, we have the same roots. We are Europeans. In London I learned the design further, absorbed English style which changes can be richly imposing, cozy, extravagant, full of apparent mismatches. Fell in love with English floral textile, with paints which colors are so deep and tactile, with English quality. Developed an English interior of my own – in style of Mayfair, where I lived.

***

Four years of the next life, abundantly filled with fear and despair. In 2010 the EBRD accused me in promoting Russian clients “out of mercenary interests”, in corruption, to put it simple. They started an internal inquiry and even bothered to bring an ex-FBI agent from the States – Mendelsohn, an international celebrity in world-wide combating the corruption. I was terrified and ashamed that I’d given them a reason to think that I had itchy fingers, that I’d set up my country, that I’d screwed up because of my own slackness, because of the invoices and bills scattered around my office, because of the bank declarations that I half-heartedly filled out thinking that as I was paying the taxes, it was none of the Bank’s business what I was doing and how much I was earning on the side and what projects my son and I would choose to invest in. And no one was interested, until they found a reason to be, and a rather biased one.  How silly it was to ignore so many clear signals not to compete for the position of the Bank vice-president, to which I was nominated by Russia so inconveniently for Washington and Brussels.

I resigned without huge regrets, anticipating the new life, another new page. I could not imagine that the EBRD was secretly leaking all information from my personal files to London police and the Brits opened a criminal investigation. Respectively, the Russians did the same. Following the Ministry of Finance order I flew in Moscow, in its frosty winter directly from a ski resort. With two sweaters, two pairs of jeans and a plenty of skiing outfits. No job, assets frozen, friends disappeared – later it’d turned out that the true ones never did. The reputation is ruined, what to do with life – no idea.

I rescued myself having started my first novel. Even the title came to my mind effortlessly, so organic it was to my life in those days – ‘EASY!’

I dove into this writing which was going speedily. A true story about the life of successful people in that, other world, where I left my previous life. As soon as it was taken by a publisher, I started the second one ‘The Third Apple’ – ironic and mischievous parody spy-thriller, a novel about the last months of my London EBRD life. In spring of the next year I finished and sold my new interior, which seems too primitive now, but the flat was sold, and people loved it. In half a year I finished the next project, on Prechistenka street, laconic and classic, yet a bit too basic.  I call it ‘Urban Modern’  

 I started the third project and the third novel at the same time  The most important – not to think about how much I would be able to cope with.  The hell with the interrogations, I am a free person, I live in my own world, according to my own rules, this world is free from set-ups and dirty tricks.  

The novel “Women’s Corporation’ follows Bulgakov’s tradition. Satire, phantasmagoric turns of a contemporary woman’s life.  Plastic surgeries and liposuctions, search for the right man  and one-night stands with or without feelings. Abandoned wives and lemon tarts.  Fears to lose youthful look and a helping hand of the Devil. And what’s behind the scene? Hypocritical moral and fear to face the truth. The heroines have to change all of this, and they do… 

***

The next year, 2013 was probably the worst. On one hand, there’d come the understanding that the fate was not punishing but trying me. On the other, – I was stretched to beyond the limit, physically and morally: interviews, dizziness, I broke an arm, then an ankle. The investigators sent me for forensic examination to a notorious Soviet-style mental institution Kazhenko. The morning that I locked the door behind, to go there, my confidence that I could take this, faded as the power button on the computer when it’s been turned off. It had already entirely disappearing from time to time, then turning on again with dull blinking. Kazhenko was a new trial of me, reality turned inside out,  but I am grateful even for this experience – what a myriad of characters! I published Kazhenko diaries and soon the novel ‘Window Inside Out’ would be available on Amazon.com and other eBook web-sites.  

I had enough time over these four years to think about what had happened to me, and why everything turned out the way it did. Disclosure convinced me: there is no explanation  of my story other than a clear case of entrapment of a person, who’d become a nuisance because of its fight for ‘Russian interests’ and then a clear inconvenience. 

But one way or another towards the end of the disclosure I completed yet another two projects. 

Flat on Malaya Bronnaya street in monochrome grey-white-sand colors with laconic moldings and super-sophisticated elegant kitchenette was still a tribute to my beliefs that a flat for sale ought to be neutral, that originality is a risk. Now I know that  unusual solutions are always stunningly surprising – when they are appropriate and implemented with highest quality, not a single wrinkle. Courage, own signature style come with skills, and those – with experience.

I consider ‘the Loft Flat’ to be my first genuinely original work. This is not an industrial space – living on a plant might be perceived as an unpleasant surprise. The living space ought to remain always cozy, but it is possible to turn into a cozy place even the brutality of a loft, a style which is so in nowadays. 

In parallel – as usual – I was writing the next novel.  This time slowly, working on it for over a year. About the ‘Half-Life’  a period which is known to be endless.  

***

This is my current life. The prosecution is over, I have only to close its English chapter. I have just published the “Half-Life” and finished yet another flat – not so typical for me, full of bright and colorful English paints and textile.   Very merry one, as my present life.  

Now is the time for a new project and for a new novel.