<p>In August 2015, at a golf club in Krylatskoye, I met an oligarch. At first it was just sympathy, and I dreamed of being with him, then it was reality, and I was the first to run away from him. Male power captivated me, and I used it for my growth. Thanks to the oligarch for all the suffering caused to me, because if they weren't there, there wouldn't be my songs from the bottom of my heart about pain and despair. There were gigolos in my life,...