Very personal: Sobchak told about the attempted rape


Очень личное: Собчак рассказала о попытке изнасилования

Now Ksenia Sobchak, a TV presenter, an accomplished journalist, but as a teenager it was hard and battered parents nerves. What says in the book “the New covenants. The most famous people in Russia about their dreams, fears and successes.” Woman’s Day gives stand from her story.

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…Youth I had a violent, protest. Parents were always busy and all my energy young people left to find a more refined way to get away from the endless aunts, nannies and security guards there, kind of beckoning adulthood. I must say that the image boulavsky day beauties, adapted to the childhood version of me was quite a success: a day – French, ballet classes, learn to play the piano and the Hermitage, and in the evening – a bright red wig, a ring in the nostril, grinders, putrid lipstick and rave. No one would have known in a brash, wildly painted young woman with a challenge of looking at life and at men branded exhaust look “Oh so many miles of roads, Ah, how many made mistakes,” a modest girl of fourteen… Around a bunch of drunks and proshmandovka – but best friend still gets the same sacrifice of home education Lena…

And here “hour IKS”. Parents in Germany on an official visit, and Lina, both in my mom’s coats that meet two young people so dark and alluring appearance in the club with the telling name “joy”. They serve us a cocktail. Softly I ask, how old we are and what we do. We desperately lie, and we are eighteen, I work as a saleswoman in a boutique…

About the guys we learned a little bit. Serge and Lech. Twenty-four and twenty-eight. “Life is not work, but life is not complaining”. Leather jackets with rubberized cuffs. Pagers and one mobile for two. Offer to go to another place. The time is eight PM. We have another hour, so parents did not notice the loss. “Let’s go,” spitting out the gum, languidly I say bright crimson lips. And we’re going. Twenty minutes, thirty, begins country route. “Guys, where are we?” – a cheerful voice asked from the back seat of two-door “Chevy Taxi.” “Guys” make the music louder. Symbolically, the machine sounds “Girl you’ll be a woman soon” from the newly released Tarantino “pulp fiction”…

#tbt Me it was 18… With my friend Lisa at the party. Chokers were in fashion. Well, (here not visible) the first collection of tomford for Gucci -is “in fashion” :)))

A photo posted by Ksenia Sobchak (xenia_sobchak) Jun 14 2016 at 4:21 PDT

The guys brought us to a cocktail in the main hotel for a quick sex in the forests of the Gulf of Finland, entitled “Retur”… Realizing that the smell of fried, we immediately turned to a small, terrified girls and began quickly and nervously to babble something about the fact that we need to go home, parents waiting for… this we were told quickly and clearly, as in “arrow”, and, in General, quite logically: “well, Then, you cocktails with us drinking? Drank. To go further, agreed?.. So any vodka for courage and good in the room or the vodka we drink, and you’re coming with us. But not in the good”…

— Boys, let us go, we have you lied to us for fourteen years, for we give more than we weigh.

— Good to drive, you see yourself in the mirror see the kids… yeah when you were fourteen, I wasn’t even born!

…I knew it was time to get out of the sleeve trump card…

— Guys, – I say it is, I’m the mayor’s daughter. And if in an hour I won’t be home, I’ll be missed and will be looking for, will block the route, think I took hostages, find and head you will tear you limb from limb. Let us go.

And here Serega was the Joker. Gripping my Breasts, he looking evil in the eye and said, “Hey, you, sheep, hare breed, we’re not suckers. Sobchak’s daughter has long been in London studying with the son of my mate in the same class, among other things. So drink your vodka and shut up.”

There was nothing as fun to order a vodka and submissive looking eyes, ask the toilet to “freshen up”. The Deposit left by my mother’s coats and bags.

And then – a small window in the bathroom, the sound of frightened heart, one leg on the battery, the second hole, the hand of a friend and a soft plop in the snow. The cold, piercing cold, in the woods in some dresses… Almost frozen girls blocking the road truck, and good-natured trucker who gave us a down jacket one for two to warm. And the traffic police checkpoint and the first voice from the radio: “Found? Well, thank God.”

I went under house arrest, and a month later found out from my mom that our boyfriend was found… it Turned out that our guys were really brutal: one was for rape, and “my” Serega for robbery. As they say, got off lightly…