How it all began
Panina with Julia history is a superfluous proof of this ... At the banquet about the opening of the film festival in Smolensk, I noticed the girl is clearly not from the cinematic get-togethers. At such events usually everyone knows each other, and then suddenly an unfamiliar and very beautiful face. She seemed to float into the hall, attracting her eyes. We met. Julia turned out to be St. Petersburg, but she worked in Moscow as a model. I tried to establish relations with my girlfriend, actress Any Zaitseva at that festival. Between us there was another discord, we had not seen for six months and now we met in Smolensk. But I did take the phone from Yulia, and when I was in Moscow again I quarreled with Anybody, I called her. We spent a wonderful night ... And then I went back to Lyuba and forgot about Julia for three years until I accidentally met her at the restaurant of the House of Writers. Julia did not seem to remember how I treated her. No offense, on the contrary, she was clearly glad to see me.
I was very ill then. I finally broke up with Anyone. Nakatila such longing! I wanted to escape from Moscow somewhere far away - in warm countries. And I offered Julia:
- Did you go to Italy?
"Let's go," she agreed immediately.
No romance, courtship. Just got on the plane and flew. For a week have visited in Rome, Florence, Venice. Everything was fine, thanks to Julia I again found a good mood. Back in Moscow, we decided to live together. Settled with my grandfather. And soon Julia announced that she was pregnant. My New Year's wish began to come true! I flew on wings. Everything, for what took, it turned out. Roles fell like a horn of plenty. I did not refuse any of them, I wanted to earn more, so that Julia and the child would not need anything. At home he was rarely at home, slept little, was tired, but terribly happy - how, soon I will become a father! Alas, the happiness did not last long. Our relationship deteriorated every day. Julia did not hide that she wanted money, fame, beautiful life. She liked to go out with me when Mikhalkov sits on her left, and Konchalovsky on the right. The modeling career was coming to an end, and Julia hoped that I would help her to get to the cinema. Later, I was told that she not only tried to get to know me "closer", to get out of her shabby "odnushki" on Dmitrov highway. But the exorbitant ambitions of Julia - not the worst. I was alarmed by sharp changes in her mood, but I did not immediately realize how serious it was. That Julia is perfectly normal, but it seems that she was replaced. Can pass me by with an absent facial expression: neither "hello", nor "how are you?". This state of "frostbite" began to be repeated more often.
Quarreling
One day, Alexei came home to eat between the shootings. Asked Julia: "Will you sit with me?" And she silently dressed and went to the door. I ask in confusion: "Where are you going, Yulia? What happened?"
The answer was only the sound of the door slamming shut. I do not need to feed, Julia never stood at the stove, and I did not insist: a woman with a frying pan - not my ideal. I can cook it myself. Therefore, this could not be a mutiny of a tortured housewife. The behavior of Julia did not have a reasonable explanation. Now it's hard to remember everything, but the little things accumulated, accumulated, the snowball of misunderstanding grew, and once a grand scandal erupted. Because of which? Because I did not buy a washing machine. I earned money, ran from one shooting to another and did not have time. She cried all the time. I tried to persuade:
- Take the money, go with the driver and buy it yourself.
- So that I, pregnant, would be shopping?
- You will be brought, but you will only choose.
- Yes you have gone!
Every day Julia attacked me more and more often, she believed that she has the right to hysterics, scandals, insults. At her request we moved to a rented apartment. My grandfather is a soul-person, but Julia did not want to live with him. Probably, it could be understood if it were not for words and expressions in which she stated her desires: "You, m ... zh, must immediately rent an apartment!" It was not only me - my good Yorkshire terrier knew the impact of Julina legs. In the end, I understood: nothing will come of this relationship. The only thing that connected us was the future child. For my sake I endured it, closed my eyes to Yulia's "strangeness." On her aggression. Most of all Julia infuriated that I can not help her become a famous actress. "Who is this Pegova? She said, sitting in front of the TV. "She does not represent herself at all, but she has already starred, and here too. And I do not even know that name. "For me, there are no roles in this country! - said Julia another time. - Too noble appearance. Still, life is unfairly arranged! "Somehow she said that the portrait of her great-grandmother-countess hangs in the Hermitage. Apparently, the "blue blood" gave her the right to arrogantly treat others. "Well, it's understandable, it's a mob," Yulia often repeated. In each of her phrases there was contempt for people. My great-grandfather is a nobleman and a St. George Chevalier. But I was also black for Yulia, because my mother is a "cook." This is because, after twenty-five years working in the publishing house "Nauka", she does not consider it shameful to clean the house and cook. And still the day when Julia gave birth to her daughter, he became the happiest in my life. She gave birth in a paid department, with good doctors. The appearance of Nyusi I celebrated with my mother and best friend, actor Sergei Miller, in the restaurant "Pushkin". We ordered caviar, vodka. And then I saw Kirkorov. "Philip, my daughter was born!" - I cried to the whole restaurant. We were never friends, but seeing a familiar face, I wanted to share my joy.
Our baby was born
Then we rushed to the hospital. I was so impatient to see the little girl that I always drove the taxi driver. Calmed down only after he picked up his Nyuschka - Anna Panin, one and a half hours old. But Julia, it seems, was not at all pleased with the role of the mother. She very seldom approached to a daughter and was constantly irritated. Nyusi's tummy hurt, she cried, and Julia yelled: "Shut up, with .. ah!" My daughter was twenty-one days old when Julia rolled a terrible tantrum. And all because my mother, who helped us, went to her home and Yulia had to spend several hours alone with her child. "I can not do this anymore!" How much longer to sit with her, I do not have time for my own life! - Yulia shouted, calling my mom. - Take Anya! I'm leaving for St. Petersburg. " Mom left everything and rushed. After giving it to Nyusya, Yulia, the only thing that connected us was the future child. For my sake I endured it, closed my eyes to Yulia's "strangeness." On her aggression came to her senses and agreed not to make hasty decisions. Yes, I was at home not as often as I would like to - I've been shooting almost every day for the last three years, but the scenes that I found on my return were enough to understand: Julia is not just an inadequate person, she can harm a child. Somehow I went to Rublyovka to friends who decided to give Nyss a very good bed. I was on the road when the alarmed mother rang: "Alexei, I can not get through to Yulia, no one is picking up. Now I'll catch a taxi and go to your house. " Mom rushed from the other end of the city, called for forty minutes at the door, because of which the crying of the child was heard. At last the lock clicked. "Oh, and I fell asleep ..." - said Julia standing on the threshold. And it soon became clear that the addiction to alcohol was added to the usual Yudin's "oddities." Even then, her friend Tanya admitted that she often brought the wine that had come out of the hospital to Yule. And my driver Sasha, who was taking Yulia to the shops, said that every time she was on the way back, she was tipsy.
Once, after returning home, I again found the drunken Julia and the crimson from the roar of Nyushu. I needed on the set, I took the milk mixture and went to work with my daughter. I know how to feed babies. I had to learn, because Julia gave her breasts only two weeks, then she said that she did not have milk. I was able to change diapers. The doctor who watched Nyushu, did not hide the surprise: why during her visits does not Yulia approach the child, ask questions like other young mothers? Nyusya was always engaged in my grandmother - my mother. And Julia sat and winded her hair on her finger. She always did it. Will be stuck in one point and twist, twist. What is he thinking about? Probably about how shamelessly I deceived her expectations. She hoped for a beautiful life, and Alexei Panin could not provide it. Yulia needed life as a glossy magazine. To a nanny, a housekeeper, a fitness club. And two hours a day to communicate with the child. She never washed dishes, did not cook, did not clean, even I saw Kirkorov. "Philip, my daughter was born!" - he shouted at the whole restaurant. We have never been friends, but I wanted to share the joy of dust from the TV never swept away. All my family responsibilities were on my mom. A little later came to help Yudina's mother. But St. Petersburg grandmother could not see her granddaughter. "Do you think," Julia asked me, returning from the hospital, "can I show this woman Anya?" I did not even immediately understand who she was talking about. He began to question, and Julia reluctantly told me that they had always had a difficult relationship with their mother, and the last few years they have not communicated at all. That her mother devoted her whole life to collecting antique dolls, and her daughter paid no attention. I was surprised: in my family everything is different. Grandmother, seriously ill, paralyzed, worried even on the day of her death: "Did Alexei eat?" And I was already over twenty ... Mom would call me for a few days to find out how things are. "I'm fine with you," said Julia, "and my mother lives in another world. I do not need her. " Nevertheless, Julia's mother immediately responded, took a vacation in the Hermitage, where she worked as a guide, and came to help her daughter with a newborn. Both grandmothers alternately slept with their granddaughter on a cot so that the child does not interfere with Yulia.
New Year
Before the New Year I rented a house in the New Riga. We moved, but nothing changed in Julia's behavior. She was still lying on the couch in front of the TV. She was too lazy to get dressed and go out with Nyssei to the street. She just put the carriage with her daughter in the yard. I'm not saying that this is bad, there is a protected area. But is it not strange that the mother does not want to walk with the child, especially since Julia was not burdened with any duties in the house? Out of boredom, she did not know what to do. Once she said: "If I had a laptop, I would make translations." I immediately went and bought her the most expensive one. No one has ever waited for a single translation. Julia lay now in front of the computer and watched the movie. At some point, I stopped bringing her the magazines, because every time, leafing through the pages and reviewing the photos of successful actresses, Julia was infuriated and with the words "B ... they are all filmed!" She threw the magazine into the wall. Julia wanted me to give her the lead role. But how did she imagine this? I'll come and tell the director: take it. Why? Who is she? He offered some options for work, but they did not suit Julia. She wanted to be a star right away, so that crowds of admirers, admiring glances, interviews in glossy magazines. At the beginning of our relationship, when Julia was counting on me to become famous, she insisted that I was special, not like everyone else, wonderful: "God gave you talent!" But making sure that Fedor Bondarchuk or Nikita Mikhalkov does not have a leading role , she started another song: "You do not want to do anything for me. From the very beginning, I did not need anyone here! You used me as a surrogate mother! "On December 31, Julia arranged a" merry "New Year for all of us. I got up in the morning in a bad mood and fought with my mother. I can not say how it all began, because it is impossible to trace the motives of Julia's actions. She rushed around the house, screaming that all the bastards were stragglers, nits and scum. Mom suffered for a while, and then tried to calm Yulia. She threw her fists on her and tried to pull her down the stairs. But having received a rebuff, she locked herself in a room with a bottle of wine.
Hospital
I stayed there for several hours. Three days later, Julia said: "I need the help of a doctor. Please send me to the hospital. " We called an ambulance, which took her to the hospital in Ruza. Conditions there were very bad, and I decided that I would not leave Julia here. Having phoned to familiar doctors, he took her to hospital No.13, to the sanatorium department. On weekends, I was allowed to take Julia home.
- Tell me, what did I do wrong? Maybe you should have acted differently so that Julia did not come to you? I asked the doctors.
"Calm down, your fault is not here." Not one thing, the other could have provoked her to do so. Yulia's nerves are very shattered.
But even during the treatment, Julia did not change her, but Yulia's hands were bloody, her eyes wandered. On the floor lay broken ampoules, which she was discharged in the hospital. Nyusya was calling in the cry of reference. One day after the weekend, when I returned her to the hospital, Julia asked five hundred rubles: "I need to put on my mobile." I managed to drive just one block - the bell. "Alexei, what's going on ?! - the attending physician asks. "We have a clinic, not a sobering-up station." For those few minutes that I was not there, Julia managed to run to the wine store and drink a bottle to the bottom. She came absolutely drunk and rolled a scandal to doctors and orderlies.
"If it goes on like that," they told me in the hospital, "we'll put a diagnosis in her!"
And I, the fool, refused! More persuaded:
"Why should a man maim life?"
Julia was discharged, she returned home. But to cure her, apparently, did not work. On the first of April I went to the shooting, and Julia called me all day drunk, swore, insulted: "Bastards! You put me in the hospital! "I called my driver to rush to her, I found out what was wrong. Sasha arrived: the house is locked. Began to call - no one opens it. He already wanted to call the MES, knock out the door when Julia finally let him in. Her hands were bloody, her eyes wandered. On the floor lay broken ampoules of sedative, which she was discharged in the hospital. Apparently, Julia broke them with her hands and cut herself. Nyusya literally screamed. She was sitting in a children's chair from a stroller, strapped to it. And the chair was on the table. One sharp movement - and Nyusya would have flown to the floor, and her mother was sleeping quietly on the second floor! Rushing home, I called an ambulance. It was clear: this can not go on any longer - and I took Nyusha to my mother. We said goodbye to the house in the country. For Julia I rented an apartment in Moscow. After everything she did, she wanted to help her, she did not have to pay for the treatment again. He himself lived in two houses - here and there. Yulia, frankly, I've been to much less. For a month and a half she did not remember her daughter at all. Then, as if waking up, she called my mother: "Tatyana Borisovna, can I see Nyusya?"
Julia began to come and walk with the child. She appeared quiet and peaceful. I thought that it would not be too bad if the mother was with her daughter for a couple of hours. It was out of the question to give her Nyushu, let's say, for a few days. But, as it turned out, I did not have to trust Yulia at all. On the set in Minsk, I met with Kolya Rastorguev, we were sitting in a bar drinking coffee. The mood was fine, some girls approached, asked to be photographed with them. And then my mom called: "Alexei, stole Nyushu." It turned out that Julia asked permission to take a walk with the girl in the courtyard and did not return, took her without belongings, without food to St. Petersburg. I immediately rushed after: Nyusya alone with her mother is in danger! I have to return it until I have trouble. In St. Petersburg apartment I was not allowed, moreover, the police were called. Now they were together - Julia and her mother teamed up in the fight against Lesha Panin. They took me. I responded by phone to the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Moscow, from there I got in touch with the local branch, explained the situation, and the law and order police no longer interfered. Not because I used my name, but because the police, knowing the truth, was on my side. I again stood in front of Yulina's locked apartment door, yelled, knocked, swore. It's all useless. And then I decided to resort to cunning. I called Yulia and quite peacefully suggested: "Let's meet". We sat in the restaurant of the Grand Hotel Europe, I tried to speak in a calm tone, but everything was trembling inside:
- I understand that the situation is not easy. We need to solve it. Let's go back to Moscow, I'll hire a nanny, a masseuse, a cleaning lady. You will have a driver, a card in the fitness club. Whatever you want. And she pecked at it! In other words, I said that I bought it, and it sold.
This is how Julina manifested herself again.
"All right," she said. He asked:
"May I see Nyusya?"
"Come on in three days."
"All right," I agreed, and left for Moscow to return in three days.
We took Nyushu, the carriage and went to the restaurant. And behind us all the way there was a car in which my friends of Petersburg boys sat. Julia did not suspect anything, I played well repentant. We reached the restaurant, sat down at a table, and then Nyusya played along with me - she obkalas. The three of us went to the toilet to change the diaper. After she dressed Nyusya, Julia gave me a baby and said: "I'll go out right now." I had the time to get into the car that headed for Moscow. Julia was very upset that the masseuse and fitness in her life again did not happen, she tried to bargain on something by phone. Nyusya and my mother went to the village, where we have a house. I refused to shoot in distant parts and started working on Alla Ilyinichna Surikova's "Man from the Boulevard des Capucinas", which was shot in Murom, thirty minutes from my village. Everything turned out all right. I earned money and at the same time every day was with Nysse. Julia called, but not often. I would have already broken all the pipes, I was sitting under the door ... A month and a half passed and a misfortune happened: my mom broke her hand. And that day, when I left her with my aunt and took her to a doctor in Moscow, Julia again stole a child. And she did it in front of specially invited journalists, who gladly took off the heart-rending story about the unhappy mother.
Upon learning of the incident, I immediately called the traffic police in Moscow, I was tied up with the traffic police of Russia. The traffic police immediately blocked the Gorky highway and managed to intercept the kidnapper before entering Moscow. Incredible kipets began. The "yellow" press came. But after three hours - only this time is given to the guards of order to find out the circumstances - Julia and Nyssei were released. I followed them. It was already at night. Nyusya did not sleep, she roared, she asked to see my mother. Julia did not give the child. In the end, she went to the hotel "Golden Ear" at VDNH, where she barricaded herself in the room. I spent two days on the outskirts of the hotel in the car. I was attacked by the whole "yellow" press. The journalist, from whom I selected the recorder, wrote that I hit it. There were endless disassembly with the police and the prosecutor's office, the consideration of the statement "injured." It all ended with nothing, because I never beat anyone. I was just screwed up to the limit and did not understand how you can give interviews at such a moment. Because of the shooting, I had to leave my post for one day, and Yulia managed to take the child out. From this point on, twenty-two days of the infernal hell are counted, through which I passed, to again be able to embrace Nyushu.
I again came to St. Petersburg. In a city apartment Yulia was not there. I knew that she had a dacha. But where exactly? The address was punched through the police, BTI and tax, but to no avail. Yes, the St. Petersburg police helped me, but within the framework of the law, despite Yulia's attempts to prove that there is a lot of corruption around. With St. Petersburg boys, I was combing the Leningrad region by squares, walked around thousands of country sites, called in village councils, inquired: are not such people living here? We broke up into groups to make searches more effective, even after Yulia's father, who had long since left the family, watched. Residents of country cottages looked at us like crazy. We ate dry and slept in the car. From time to time, I rushed to Moscow for shooting, for several hours, because I could not fail Surikov. Then he rushed back to St. Petersburg and everything started over again. It seemed that we were about to be on the trail, but at the last moment the thread stopped. One evening, when I realized that the next day of searches had not brought results, I fell through. He began to call various friends from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, cried into the phone, offered any money, asked to connect the FSB to fix Yudin's phone. I was ready to sell the apartment. "I'll give everything," I cried, "just find Nyushu!" I was very worried, not knowing what was happening to her while she was next to her mother. And suddenly a friend from Moscow calls.
"Do you read the press?"
- No.
- Your Yulia in an interview with "MK" reported that she is hiding from you in a rehabilitation center.
It was not difficult for me to know which one. I almost broke through the building force - I wanted to make sure that this time there was no mistake. Yes, Julia was there.
We with the boys were ambushed. People from neighboring houses recognized me, fed me, brought boiling water, sorted out some information that was necessary at that time. I was in such a condition that I was ready to go on an attack. It's good that I fell through this. He began to call friends from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, cried in the phone, asked to connect the FSB, to fix the phone Yulia did not happen, we would all be put. Now it's funny to remember, and at that moment after twenty-two days of fruitless searching, when I did not know where my daughter was, if she was healthy, I was ready for anything, just to see Nyushu. Julia, understanding my serious mood, hired security. They were professional people who took her out with the child from the center and skillfully walked away from our persecution. But it did not change anything. I knew that Julia had nowhere to go - she could only be at home. So it turned out. A crowd of journalists immediately appeared near her apartment. I went to the guardianship authorities, where I wrote a statement that Nyusa was in danger. Then we went with the guys to the market, bought a wig, stockings, a robe - me, food, toys, baby seat - Nyusa. I understood that it would not be possible to take an apartment by storm, so we put the "bug" in a child seat. Yulia received a phone call at my request and said: "Alexei goes to Moscow, he bought his daughter things. They put them in front of the doors, take them. " Julia brought everything into the house, including a chair with a "bug". In the meantime, I was sitting in the courtyard and listening to her apartment. And so that no one could recognize me, pulled on his head a wig with long hair, put on ragged stockings and slippers, took the string bag in his hands. In this form, and was sitting at the garbage, next to the homeless. He played the part of a drunk woman.
For a long time I did not have to listen - Nyusya was ill. Instead of caring for the child, Julia continuously communicated by telephone with journalists, PR, and Nyusya screamed in the next room. I called the hospital and called my daughter an ambulance. Julia had already realized by herself that the child was ill, and let the doctors in. Nyushu was taken to a children's infectious diseases hospital and diagnosed: gastroenteritis. Naturally, I immediately arrived. I was guarded by guards, lived in their closet and drank tea with them at night. In addition, I regularly learned how Nyusi's health went to the head doctor, how my father could not help me. Called up with familiar pediatricians in Moscow and consulted. Two days later I was told that Nurse had stopped taking injections, the condition was normal: "We need to lie down a little more, and your daughter will be discharged." At the trial I was accused of taking a sick child. Not true. I could pick up Nyusha on the first night, but I did not do it, but waited until she went on the mend, and the St. Petersburg and Moscow doctors say that there is no reason to worry. I went to the ward, because no one can forbid me to approach my child. I took Nyushu and ran with her on the hospital corridor. Julia rushed after me. At the end of the corridor there was a door, behind which I was waiting. When I jumped on the stairs, the door slammed shut.
We needed to win just a minute. And we did it, through the back gate they jumped out into the street, got into the car and drove to Moscow. After eight hours Nyusya was in the hospital named after Semashko, where she was diagnosed: healthy. I will never name people who helped me. They are not guilty of anything. My daughter brought me from the hospital. As a father, I have the right to do this. Since then, Nyusya has been with me. Despite the fact that the court decided to return the child to the mother. I was sure that I would win. How could I lose if I told the truth about how my girl was nearly dumped? But for some reason in our country, the mother initially has much more rights to the child than her father. Not according to the law - here we are equal, but according to the tradition in the court ... All my witnesses told only what they saw with my own eyes. One of them is Yudin's friend Tanya. From her I learned that Julia, long before I met with me, was in a psychiatric hospital. Tanya, as a normal person, who saw our situation, could not remain silent. I understood: Julia can not leave her child, she will ruin him. Unfortunately, I could not bring to court a documentary confirmation of Tanya's words about Julia's insanity. Psychiatric examination, conducted within the process, recognized both parents as normal. But it does not prove anything. Doctors who conducted it, either amateurs, or their work - a complete profanity. And experts who knew about Julia's disease, those who watched her in the 13th, then everyone recognizes: the threat of life actually existed. My daughter was nearly killed by an inadequate mother. I sued her and was guilty. I really love Russia, I do not allow anyone to talk about it badly. Although in recent years, increasingly come to think that not all is well in our "kingdom". But I'm here, When Nyusya tries to call her grandmother my mother, I stop it. I say: "Here is your mother" - and show a picture of Julia. They were frightened - because she was lying there on acquaintance, unofficially. Therefore, the judgment is a fiction. The judges called me and in private conversation confessed: "Lesha, we believe you, but the decision will not be made in your favor." I consulted with a lawyer, a former judge. After reading the case materials, she said:
- Alexei, what are you appealing to? You write that there was a threat to the life of the child. Which one?
- Well, how about it? My mother was always drunk. She did not control her actions, she could harm the child.
"Did she hurt you?"
- No.
"So all these words are an empty sound." Here you need to play by other rules.
because only in Russia I can work as an actor, in America, with my "knowledge" of English, I will have to sweep the streets. So, I can not turn my Nyusi's life into a holiday. Childhood should be cool. Nyusse and I like to hang out around Moscow, we walk in the parks, we'll have coffee and water, we'll have lunch there. Grandmother sits with her in the sandbox under the mushroom, reads poetry, and we hang out. Or watch cartoons. I put Nussa Soviet cartoons, which he himself saw as a child, or good Disney. She also loves Gen Bukin from the series "Happy Together". I never abuse her, only once my daughter got her hands because she stuck them where not. I was scared for her. Nyusya started crying with surprise, and I immediately started to apologize, kiss her hands. I do not want her to cry, but for now, if something is wrong, the daughter immediately roars. Promises not to pour tears over trifles, but still can not cope with emotions. She's so touching. Once in the bathroom she put the handles to her chest.
- Nyusya, what? - I ask.
- Quiet, I'm listening.
- What are you listening to?
- Heart is beating...
Nyusya at me the fashionista, in the winter has arrived on a set in a white fur coat, all have become stunned. I do not have such a Nyusi like mine. She is free, communicative, intelligent, developed - in two and a half years he speaks complex suggestions, he talks like an adult. Because my daughter is engaged twenty-four hours a day. My mother and I. Nyusya with me constantly - in the theater and on the set. Of course, I will not drag her to Magadan, but if I'm shooting in Moscow, she is near: sleeping in my car in the afternoon, dining in a restaurant. And what's wrong with that? I take her to Pushkin. It is unlikely that someone will cook at home as a chef with Michelin stars. But before the culinary delights Nyusa no business, most of all she likes sausages and "Doctor" sausage. I know what to make her happy, and when I return from filming, I jump into Yeliseyevsky. Seeing me, she immediately throws herself on her neck. And before that, all the grandmothers in the yard will tell: "Now dad will come!" And Nyusya does not wait for my mother, and I really feel sorry for Yulia. Sometimes my daughter tries to call my grandmother a mother. I'm cutting it off. I say: "This is Tanya. Here is your mother "- and I show Nyus a photo.
Court
When the trial began, he told Yulia: "I want Nyushi to have a mother. She forgot you, let's make her daughter gradually get used to the idea: she does not only have a dad. We will come to St. Petersburg, and you - to Moscow. Let's bring up the child together. " But Julia wanted everything at once. She still does not seem to understand: it's useless to struggle with me, neither ships, nor prisons can be frightened. She has to prove to me that I can trust her. That I can safely leave her with her daughter alone and not be afraid for the consequences! But, alas, this is still far away. Recently, Julia sent a parcel for St. Petersburg from St. Petersburg. When I opened the box, I could not believe my eyes. There was a washing powder. Three kilograms. Is she mocking? No. I did this for a tick, then to say in court: "I sent them a parcel." And the checks probably saved as evidence: "I take care of the child even at a distance." Turn your head! What does your daughter need more? Buy her something to make her happy. Apples and it is better. So far I see only that the child needs Yulia to receive alimony, because she still does not work anywhere. And yet - to use me for some of their purposes.
Recently received from Julia strange esemesku: "Do not you dare to eliminate me physically. I took action "... Is she serious? How could she even think of that? Or is this another move to stay in the focus of the "yellow" press? Not justice, but by court decision, I must give the child to Yulia. But, as they say, with wolves live - wolf-howl. This will not happen. Humanly, I'm right! Because I do not lie and do evil to people. And then there is the God who sees and knows everything. I probably sinned a lot, but by and large, all the same - a good man. And my father is good. Therefore my Nyusya is with me. According to the court's decision, I must give my daughter Yulia. This will not happen. Humanly, I'm right! I'm a good father, so my Nyusya is with me.