The producer of movies Viy 3D (2014), Chef with Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Dustin Hoffman, Jon Favreau and Sofia Vergara (2014), Olympic comedy Some Like It Cold Only with Ilya Glinnikov, Alexander Golovin and Ekaterina Vilkova ( 2014), Moms 3 (2015), The Elusive (2015), Decent People with Sergey Shnurov (2015)
Member of the Producers Guild (2012–2019)
The emoticon patent holder “;-)” (2008)
Founder of Mobile Advertising in the Russian Federation (2006)
Startup Founder Gigafon, Superfone (2005–2014)
Russian Hit (radio station, dumplings, vodka) brand co-owner (1998–2019)
Founder of cinemas network Teterin Film (2015–2019)
How To Get Compensation Blogger on YouTube – www.TeterinOleg.com (2019)
Founder of Biotech Corp. InTime – conducting life extension up to 120+ developments, incl. digitization of human bio data (2018–2019)
Hobbies: Tennis, Travelling
Languages: English, French, Spanish
The protagonist: Lyalya, 21 years old, Moscow State University, Higher School of Cultural Policy, Management (2020)
Movie Actress: Champions 2 (2015), Artek (2020)
Video Actress: Guests (2019), “Comet” Fruits (Channel One, Late Urgant Show)
Model: Jakarta Fashion Week, Indonesia (2017), Mercedes Fashion Week, Moscow (2019)
Advertising: Vintage Dream (2018), Bronnitsky Jeweler (2019)
Sports: Ballroom Dancer
Hobbies: Diving, reading
Languages: English, Chinese
Based on the real events, however all names are fictitious, any coincidence is surprising, but random.
Prologue
Moscow, Monday, May 14, 2012, Russian Cancer Research Center named after N. N. Blokhin, Sechenova I. M. doctor’s office, 10.50 a.m. – as I remember now, even small details of this “unforgettable day”.
A woman of about 50 years old is sitting at the table, wearing glasses, with gray hair, a strand of which carelessly covers her shoulders, in a white jacket, with a beautiful brooch in the shape of a scorpion, eager to bite the “next victim”.
I am full of energy, life plans, sitting opposite, in a very anxious state, in sneakers, jeans, a T-shirt, because of the beautiful summer weather in spring … + 20 C. Behind the doctor’s back 2 shots of my head on a blackboard illuminated from the inside. There is a distinctly visible, through the muffled light on the picture, pea in the size of a walnut, circled by a marker.
Despite all the tragedy of the upcoming conversation, the doctor behaves strictly, reminding me of my class teacher Natalya Makarovna, apparently not letting her inner feelings convey to the patient her emotions. There was no special “prelude”; it was “dry”, one might say harshly, and went straight to the point and voiced an incomprehensible diagnosis to me – “embryonic brain tumor”. Later, I delved into the nuances – this is a rare inoperable form of brain cancer, which is most often found in children and adolescents. The probability of such a diagnosis in adults is 1 in 1 million patients with cancer, in other words, I hit the “anti-mega jackpot”. "You have 1 year left to live, if you are lucky – 2."
At this moment the memory flash pump up with the vision of the famous singer Bobby Darin, who at the age of 8 was diagnosed with an equally terrible diagnosis – heart disease, and predicted death in the coming years. Bobby Darin, widely known for his unique performance in several genres, starring in 12 movies, winner of 3 Grammy Awards, including one posthumously, left our world at the age of 37, living 4 times more than the time allotted to him by doctors
Chapter 1
“Who loves wears scars. Only sometimes forgets about them. "
Alfred de Musset
Krasnodar city (Southern part of Russia, the warmest region), Monday, August 18, 2014, 3 am, Yuppie Nightclub. Victor and I in karaoke, I was singing “Candy Shop” 50 cent, and then Vanilla Ice “Ice Ice Baby”. I took the look from the monitor to the dance floor and saw Her. I have never seen such beauty and grace in my thirty-eight years. She is in a long, as if, silk dress with patterns that fit Her young body, full of energy and desire, moves to the beat of the track, like a metronome on the piano, setting the pace for everything around. By the look of this girl with the eyes of a tender tigress, from the bite of which you can die from blood loss imperceptibly for yourself, she was twenty-one – twenty-three years old. Long blond hair of truly Russian beauty, despite their heaviness and density, easily enveloped Her thin neck and fragile shoulders. Much later I find out that She was much younger, and at such age at 3 am at night, she dances in a club with three guys and two friends.
The main purpose of my trip to the south of Russia was to find a wife: away from “transit” Moscow, closer to the southern heart of the Motherland, where people are more open, honest, romantic and, possibly, unspoiled. Krasnodar, Gelendzhik city, Crimea peninsula – the corners of Russia that I only needed to conquer, concealed in myself the unknown and with hope that in the warmest region of the country I would find the same warm and sweet, "my warm girl” – Her. And at that moment when I saw Her, somewhere inside me “clicked”, and the crack of this click rolled throughout my body, my whole head and reached every one of the 100 billion neurons of my brain. I had completely no time to have a good look on Her, but I already began to feel the karmic connection with this amazing creation of God. I had to gain courage for some time, before I decided to approach Her. It was surprisingly unusual for me: after all, I had all the seas “knee-deep”, and with my self-confidence I can charge entire cities, countries and even continents. But by the time I was ready to approach Her, She had already disappeared in the dark, retiring to the beauty of the night dance.
For a while I had to go through all the floors of the club to find her. Having found Her friends, as well as the “crowd” of young guys, apparently, Her Majesty’s retinue, stuffed with testosterone by nature, but not Her, I tried to have a casual conversation with both of Her friends to gain time. The conversation didn’t work out well, but it didn’t matter to me, She was my only goal! And then the Light of my eyes appeared. Oh Lord, I have lost the power of speech and, like in Hollywood movies about zombies, I took an uncertain step towards Her. She continued to move in the rhythm of the noisy music, blurring in a radiant smile and with her blue "flashlights" blinding with a "high beam" all the "economy class cars" passing Her by.
At that time I was the producer of several movies, and for each of it I had a business card with certain advertisement. That day I had six cards. All the templates of extraordinary acquaintances disappeared, and nothing but – “I’m a producer, I liked you, I want to invite you to act in my movie”, didn’t occur to me. She introduced herself with a rare to my ears name, “Lyalya”, emphasizing once again her entire selectivity, even in the name. I thrust her a pile of my business cards, and to my horror, without asking her phone number, I turned and left.
Having come to my senses after about ten minutes, I decided to go back and ask Her phone number, but she left with her mates. I ran out into the street and saw Her waiting for a taxi. The second “approach” was even worse than the first, I couldn’t even formulate normally that I want to get Hers mobile number. The conversation did not work out.
Realizing that She, perhaps my last chance to find peace and escape from the vice of loneliness and the filth of bachelor's being, I swore to myself that I would find Her.
It was the first evening and the first night in Krasnodar city on my way to find a wife, when I was destined to meet Her, and this search night was the last, because I realized that I found Her.
Victor – the brother of my first wife, 10 years younger than me, was my faithful companion in this long-planned and long-awaited journey. The highlight of our “trip” was my black four-seater favorite “Scaglietti 612” from