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Zverev, Sergey. Sergey Anatolyevich Zverev

(July 19, 1963, village of Guzhiry[2], Tunkinsky district, Buryatia, according to other sources in the village of Kultuk (Slyudyansky district)) - Russian hairstyle designer, makeup artist, stylist, singer. Host and only participant in the reality shows “Full Fashion” (Muz-TV) and “Star in a Cube” (MTV), “Stars in Fashion” (RU.TV).

Biography

Sergei Anatolyevich Zverev was born on July 19, 1963 in the village of Guzhiry, rural settlement "Dalakhai" in the Tunkinsky district of Buryatia[2] not far from Irkutsk in the family of a mechanic at the Avtovneshtrans enterprise Anatoly Andreevich Zverev and a technologist at a meat processing plant in the village of Kultuk (Slyudyansky district) Valentina Timofeevna Zvereva.[ 2] In 1966, he went to kindergarten No. 2 at the enterprise where his father worked, in the village of Kultuk, his father picked him up from kindergarten on a motorcycle.[3] In 1969[4], his father died, he was riding a motorcycle, suddenly a car traveling at high speed crashed into him, Anatoly Andreevich Zverev died on the spot, he was buried in his native Guzhiry.[2] After the death of his father, his mother got married, and 6-year-old Sergei moved with his stepfather, mother and older brother Sasha to Ust-Kamenogorsk, (Kazakhstan), [5] there he went to first grade, a few months later the family returned to Guzhiry, he attended primary school graduated from a rural school.[2] Afterwards the family lived in Ust-Kamenogorsk, and since childhood he was fond of sewing clothes.[4] He graduated from school in Ust-Kamenogorsk. He graduated from vocational school No. 13 in Ust-Kamenogorsk, in three specialties: hairdressing, makeup specialist and clothing designer, entered vocational school only for the 3rd year (they didn’t want to take a women’s specialty), in the first year he began to participate in various competitions and began to win prizes.[3][4] He took part in skill competitions; at that time Lera Kudryavtseva lived in Ust-Kamenogorsk.[4] Since his youth, Sergei had many girls.[3]

In the 1980s, he served in the ranks of the USSR Armed Forces (Air Defense[6]) in Poland, where he was a deputy platoon commander, secretary of the Komsomol organization and rose to the rank of senior sergeant[7]. He was a member of the CPSU[7].

At one competition[4], the coach of the USSR national hairdressing team, Dolores Kondrashova, noticed him, became his mistress[4] and invited him to work in Moscow, but he initially refused.[4][8]. After he was beaten in Ust-Kamenogorsk, he decided to leave for Moscow.[4] In Moscow, Dolores Kondrashova got him a job in the capital's salon.[4]

The first client was Tatyana Vedeneeva[9]. At various times he collaborated with Alla Pugacheva, Bogdan Titomir, Ksenia Sobchak[10], Lyudmila Gurchenko, Laima Vaikule, Valery Leontyev, Irina Ponarovskaya and others[10].[11].

In 1995, the famous stylist Sergei Zverev had an accident, after which he had to undergo plastic surgery, his face completely changed, to hide the scars he began to paint his face.[4] After the operation, with a new face, he becomes more popular, with a new appearance, people line up for him, he began to charge much more for a haircut than before the accident.[4] He decided to do some more plastic surgery, pumped silicone into his lips...[4]

Later he met Alla Pugacheva, was her stylist on tour and Alla invited Sergei to become a singer[3], in 2006 he became a singer, he dedicated Alla’s first song to Pugacheva.[4]

Sergei Zverev participated in the talk show "WINDOWS" in a story about a dissatisfied father, a miner, who was indignant that his son chose the profession of a stylist.[12][ not in the source

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In 2006, he insured his hands for $1 million[13].

In 2007, the doll “Stylist Sergei Zverev” was released[14]

Sergey Zverev runs the Moscow beauty salon "Celebrity" and is the director of the "Sergey Zverev" salon[15].

Children of Sergei Zverev

Are there any children of Sergei Zverev? Yes, I have. The stylist raised his adopted son alone. There was a lot of controversy about the boy's mother, but in the end, his identity was never established. Although Sergei Zverev claims that he took his son from an orphanage, the public sees the boy’s resemblance to his father, which means that Sergei simply does not want to reveal the name of his son’s mother.

Today Zverev’s son is already an adult guy who has managed to get married and divorced.

The popular presenter, singer, designer and makeup artist has many female fans, and most likely, many of them dream of presenting Sergei with an heir, but the stylist himself does not yet want to have a family or children.

Family

• Grandfather Andrei Zverev, a war veteran, reached the Reichstag, played the button accordion and accordion, died in the 1970s, shortly after the death of his son.[3][4]
• Father Anatoly Andreevich Zverev, who crashed on a motorcycle in 1969, played the accordion and accordion, like his father, Sergei’s grandfather [16][2][17][18].
• Mother Valentina Timofeevna, grew up in an orphanage with her twin sister Dusya, because her mother died of typhus, and her father died in the first months of the war at the front, her older brothers and sisters fought [3] [16], worked as a technologist at a meat processing plant in youth in the village of Kultuk, Irkutsk region. A year and a half after her husband’s death, she married a bus driver, and with her husband moved to Ust-Kamenogorsk[10].
• Paternal aunt - Galina Andreevna Malitskaya[2] Brother Alexander Anatolyevich Zverev (1962-1991), died of asthma at the age of 29, worked in hazardous industrial production, according to Sergei, his brother died.[4][2]

Personal life

Was the lover of Doleres Kondrashova, Irina Ponarovskaya[4]

• Was officially married 4 times for 2.5 years[6]
• In 1995, he had a short relationship with Natalya Vetlitskaya[25]
• Common-law wife Sasha Project (Alexandra Ginzburg) (April 26, 1986) in 2004-2005[26][27][28][29]
• I met with the ex-soloist of the group “Brilliant”, and now a VJ of the music channel RU.TV, Yulianna Lukasheva. However, they broke up because Sergei preferred the singer Paola[30].
• In 2010, there was a short relationship with Irina Bilyk[31][32][33].

The son of Sergei Zverev - Sergei Zverev Jr.

The only son of Sergei Zverev, Sergei Zverev Jr., was born in 1993. The child lived in an orphanage from birth, and when he was three years old, the singer and presenter adopted him.

Despite the fact that Sergei Zverev planned his son’s future, was going to pave the way for him to glory, wanted him to choose the same profession as his father, yet the son refused his father’s privileges. He completely abandoned his father’s idea and did not consider becoming a stylist or hairdresser. He was more interested in music and now works as a DJ.

In 2020, the son of Sergei Zverev got married (photos from the wedding are online), his father was not at the wedding, as he was against this marriage. Sergei Zverev believed that the girl was not suitable for his son, and he was not mistaken. A few months after the wedding, the young people divorced.

Charity

He donates part of the money from his concerts to various funds.[16]

Filmography

• 2006 - Paparatsa
• 2006-2007 - Alice's Dreams
• 2006-2009 - Club (all seasons) - cameo
• 2007 - Waiting for a miracle - cameo
• 2007-2008 - Love is not show business
• 2009 - Like the Cossacks... - stylist Serge
• 2009 - Oh, lucky one!
• 2010 - New Year's matchmakers
• 2011 - The best film 3-DE - celebrity
• 2012 - Little Red Riding Hood - cameo stylist
• 2013 - Sashatanya - cameo

Theater

• Plays in Lyudmila Gurchenko’s play “The Bureau of Happiness”

Discography

• 2006— For your sake
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1. Alla 03:32
2. Sincerely yours 03:35
3. For Your Sake 05:03

• 2007 - The star is shocked...!!!
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1. Allah 3:30
2. For you! 5:04 (11.6 M)
3. I love you to tears 1:36
4. More glamor (Feat. Hairpins) 3:37
5. Gypsy 4:12
6. Darling (Feat. Kristina Sveshnikova) 3:04 (7.04 M)
7. Heaven 4:39
8. Beauty (Feat. Gloria Deli & Marina Weis) 3:26
9. steps 1:17
10. So Far 1:44
11. Dolce & Gabbana 3:07
12. Kissing fingers 1:38
13. Never (Feat. Kristina Sveshnikova) 4:29
14. Sincerely yours 3:34
15. I'll be a caress 1:31
16. Ocean 1:44
17. Everyone has gone into autumn 1:58
18. New Year's round dance (Feat. Fidgets & Sergei Zverev Jr.) 3:50
19. Gypsy (Feat. Star)3:50 (8.78 M)
20. Alla (Remix) 6:12
21. For you! (Remix) 6:43
22. Heaven (Remix) 4:11

Unreleased famous songs

• Dolce Gabbana
• Irina Bilyk and Sergey Zverev - Two kindred spirits
• Irina Bilyk and Sergey Zverev - “Tough Love”

Personal life of Sergei Zverev

The personal life of Sergei Zverev is no less colorful than his profession. The list of his girls included such famous personalities as singer Natalya Vetlitskaya, Oksana Kabunina, Yulianna Lukashevich, Irina Bilyk.

According to some reports, he was married four times, but all the marriages were not long-term. Zverev has a son, about whose origin there are discussions and many assumptions are made. Sergei Zverev himself claims to have adopted the boy. However, many facts from the stylist’s personal life are contradictory and confusing. The tabloid press has not yet been able to get to the bottom of all the secrets of the country's popular hairdresser and makeup artist.

An excerpt characterizing Zverev, Sergey Anatolyevich

Christmastide came, and besides the ceremonial mass, except for the solemn and boring congratulations of neighbors and courtyards, except for everyone wearing new dresses, there was nothing special to commemorate Christmastide, and in the windless 20-degree frost, in the bright blinding sun during the day and in the starry winter light at night, I felt the need for some kind of commemoration of this time. On the third day of the holiday, after lunch, all the household went to their rooms. It was the most boring time of the day. Nikolai, who went to see his neighbors in the morning, fell asleep in the sofa. The old count was resting in his office. Sonya was sitting at the round table in the living room, sketching a pattern. The Countess was laying out the cards. Nastasya Ivanovna the jester with a sad face was sitting at the window with two old women. Natasha entered the room, walked up to Sonya, looked at what she was doing, then walked up to her mother and stopped silently. - Why are you walking around like a homeless person? - her mother told her. - What do you want? “I need it... now, this very minute, I need it,” said Natasha, her eyes sparkling and not smiling. – The Countess raised her head and looked intently at her daughter. - Don't look at me. Mom, don't look, I'm going to cry now. “Sit down, sit with me,” said the countess. - Mom, I need it. Why am I disappearing like this, mom?...” Her voice broke off, tears flowed from her eyes, and in order to hide them, she quickly turned and left the room. She went into the sofa room, stood there, thought, and went to the girls' room. There, the old maid was grumbling at a young girl who had come running out of breath from the cold from the yard. “He will play something,” said the old woman. - For all the time. “Let her in, Kondratievna,” said Natasha. - Go, Mavrusha, go. And letting go of Mavrusha, Natasha went through the hall to the hallway. An old man and two young footmen were playing cards. They interrupted the game and stood up as the young lady entered. “What should I do with them?” thought Natasha. - Yes, Nikita, please go... where should I send him? - Yes, go to the yard and please bring the rooster; yes, and you, Misha, bring some oats. - Would you like some oats? – Misha said cheerfully and willingly. “Go, go quickly,” the old man confirmed. - Fyodor, get me some chalk. Passing by the buffet, she ordered the samovar to be served, although it was not the right time. The barman Fok was the most angry person in the whole house. Natasha loved to try her power over him. He didn't believe her and went to ask if it was true? - This young lady! - said Foka, feigning a frown at Natasha. No one in the house sent away as many people and gave them as much work as Natasha. She could not see people indifferently, so as not to send them somewhere. She seemed to be trying to see if one of them would get angry or pout with her, but people didn’t like to carry out anyone’s orders as much as Natasha’s. “What should I do? Where should I go? Natasha thought, walking slowly down the corridor. - Nastasya Ivanovna, what will be born from me? - she asked the jester, who was walking towards her in his short coat. “You give rise to fleas, dragonflies, and blacksmiths,” answered the jester. - My God, my God, it’s all the same. Oh, where should I go? What should I do with myself? “And she quickly, stamping her feet, ran up the stairs to Vogel, who lived with his wife on the top floor. Vogel had two governesses sitting at his place, and there were plates of raisins, walnuts and almonds on the table. The governesses were talking about where it was cheaper to live, in Moscow or Odessa. Natasha sat down, listened to their conversation with a serious, thoughtful face, and stood up. “The island of Madagascar,” she said. “Ma da gas kar,” she repeated each syllable clearly and, without answering m me Schoss’s questions about what she was saying, left the room. Petya, her brother, was also upstairs: he and his uncle were arranging fireworks, which they intended to set off at night. - Peter! Petka! - she shouted to him, - take me down. s - Petya ran up to her and offered her his back. She jumped on him, clasping his neck with her arms, and he jumped and ran with her. “No, no, it’s the island of Madagascar,” she said and, jumping off, went down. As if having walked around her kingdom, tested her power and made sure that everyone was submissive, but that it was still boring, Natasha went into the hall, took the guitar, sat down in a dark corner behind the cabinet and began plucking the strings in the bass, making a phrase that she remembered from one opera heard in St. Petersburg together with Prince Andrei. For outside listeners, something came out of her guitar that had no meaning, but in her imagination, because of these sounds, a whole series of memories were resurrected. She sat behind the cupboard, her eyes fixed on the strip of light falling from the pantry door, listened to herself and remembered. She was in a state of memory. Sonya walked across the hall to the buffet with a glass. Natasha looked at her, at the crack in the pantry door, and it seemed to her that she remembered that light was falling through the crack from the pantry door and that Sonya walked through with a glass. “Yes, and it was exactly the same,” thought Natasha. - Sonya, what is this? – Natasha shouted, fingering the thick string. - Oh, you’re here! - Sonya said, shuddering, and came up and listened. - Don't know. Storm? – she said timidly, afraid of making a mistake. “Well, in exactly the same way she shuddered, in the same way she came up and smiled timidly then, when it was already happening,” Natasha thought, “and in the same way... I thought that something was missing in her.” - No, this is the choir from the Water-bearer, do you hear! – And Natasha finished singing the choir’s tune to make it clear to Sonya. -Where did you go? – Natasha asked. - Change the water in the glass. I'll finish the pattern now. “You’re always busy, but I can’t do it,” said Natasha. -Where is Nikolai? - He seems to be sleeping. “Sonya, go wake him up,” said Natasha. - Tell him that I call him to sing. “She sat and thought about what it meant, that it all happened, and, without resolving this question and not at all regretting it, again in her imagination she was transported to the time when she was with him, and he looked with loving eyes looked at her. “Oh, I wish he would come soon. I'm so afraid that this won't happen! And most importantly: I'm getting old, that's what! What is now in me will no longer exist. Or maybe he’ll come today, he’ll come now. Maybe he came and is sitting there in the living room. Maybe he arrived yesterday and I forgot.” She stood up, put down the guitar and went into the living room. All the household, teachers, governesses and guests were already sitting at the tea table. People stood around the table, but Prince Andrei was not there, and life was still the same. “Oh, here she is,” said Ilya Andreich, seeing Natasha enter. - Well, sit down with me. “But Natasha stopped next to her mother, looking around, as if she was looking for something. - Mother! - she said. “Give it to me, give it, mom, quickly, quickly,” and again she could hardly hold back her sobs. She sat down at the table and listened to the conversations of the elders and Nikolai, who also came to the table. “My God, my God, the same faces, the same conversations, dad holding the cup in the same way and blowing in the same way!” thought Natasha, feeling with horror the disgust rising in her against everyone at home because they were still the same. After tea, Nikolai, Sonya and Natasha went to the sofa, to their favorite corner, where their most intimate conversations always began. “It happens to you,” Natasha said to her brother when they sat down in the sofa, “it happens to you that it seems to you that nothing will happen - nothing; what was all that was good? And not just boring, but sad? - And how! - he said. “It happened to me that everything was fine, everyone was cheerful, but it would come to my mind that I was already tired of all this and that everyone needed to die.” Once I didn’t go to the regiment for a walk, and there was music playing... and so I suddenly became bored... - Oh, I know that. I know, I know,” Natasha picked up. – I was still little, this happened to me. Do you remember, once I was punished for plums and you all danced, and I sat in the classroom and sobbed, I will never forget: I was sad and I felt sorry for everyone, and myself, and I felt sorry for everyone. And, most importantly, it wasn’t my fault,” Natasha said, “do you remember? “I remember,” said Nikolai. “I remember that I came to you later and I wanted to console you and, you know, I was ashamed. We were terribly funny. I had a bobblehead toy then and I wanted to give it to you. Do you remember? “Do you remember,” Natasha said with a thoughtful smile, how long ago, long ago, we were still very little, an uncle called us into the office, back in the old house, and it was dark - we came and suddenly there was standing there... - Arab, - Nikolai finished with a joyful smile, “how can you not remember?” Even now I don’t know that it was a blackamoor, or we saw it in a dream, or we were told. - He was gray, remember, and had white teeth - he stood and looked at us... - Do you remember, Sonya? - Nikolai asked... - Yes, yes, I also remember something, - Sonya answered timidly... - I asked my dad and mom about this blackamoor, - said Natasha. - They say that there was no blackamoor. But you remember! - Oh, how I remember his teeth now. - How strange it is, it was like a dream. I like it. - Do you remember how we were rolling eggs in the hall and suddenly two old women began to spin around on the carpet? Was it or not? Do you remember how good it was? - Yes. Do you remember how dad in a blue fur coat fired a gun on the porch? “They turned over, smiling with pleasure, memories, not sad old ones, but poetic youthful memories, those impressions from the most distant past, where dreams merge with reality, and laughed quietly, rejoicing at something. Sonya, as always, lagged behind them, although their memories were common. Sonya did not remember much of what they remembered, and what she did remember did not arouse in her the poetic feeling that they experienced. She only enjoyed their joy, trying to imitate it. She took part only when they remembered Sonya's first visit. Sonya told how she was afraid of Nikolai, because he had strings on his jacket, and the nanny told her that they would sew her into strings too. “And I remember: they told me that you were born under cabbage,” said Natasha, “and I remember that I didn’t dare not believe it then, but I knew that it wasn’t true, and I was so embarrassed.” During this conversation, the maid's head poked out of the back door of the sofa room. “Miss, they brought the rooster,” the girl said in a whisper. “No need, Polya, tell me to carry it,” said Natasha. In the middle of the conversations going on in the sofa, Dimmler entered the room and approached the harp that stood in the corner. He took off the cloth and the harp made a false sound. “Eduard Karlych, please play my beloved Nocturiene by Monsieur Field,” said the voice of the old countess from the living room. Dimmler struck a chord and, turning to Natasha, Nikolai and Sonya, said: “Young people, how quietly they sit!” “Yes, we are philosophizing,” Natasha said, looking around for a minute and continuing the conversation. The conversation was now about dreams. Dimmer started to play. Natasha silently, on tiptoe, walked up to the table, took the candle, took it out and, returning, quietly sat down in her place. It was dark in the room, especially on the sofa on which they were sitting, but through the large windows the silver light of the full moon fell onto the floor. “You know, I think,” Natasha said in a whisper, moving closer to Nikolai and Sonya, when Dimmler had already finished and was still sitting, weakly plucking the strings, apparently indecisive to leave or start something new, “that when you remember like that, you remember, you remember everything.” , you remember so much that you remember what happened before I was in the world... “This is Metampsic,” said Sonya, who always studied well and remembered everything. – The Egyptians believed that our souls were in animals and would go back to animals. “No, you know, I don’t believe it, that we were animals,” Natasha said in the same whisper, although the music had ended, “but I know for sure that we were angels here and there somewhere, and that’s why we remember everything.” ... - May I join you? - said Dimmler, who approached quietly and sat down next to them. - If we were angels, then why did we fall lower? - said Nikolai. - No, this cannot be! “Not lower, who told you that lower?... Why do I know what I was before,” Natasha objected with conviction. - After all, the soul is immortal... therefore, if I live forever, that’s how I lived before, lived for all eternity. “Yes, but it’s hard for us to imagine eternity,” said Dimmler, who approached the young people with a meek, contemptuous smile, but now spoke as quietly and seriously as they did. – Why is it difficult to imagine eternity? - Natasha said. - Today it will be, tomorrow it will be, it will always be and yesterday it was and the day before yesterday... - Natasha! now it's your turn. “Sing me something,” the countess’s voice was heard. - That you sat down like conspirators. - Mother! “I don’t want to do that,” Natasha said, but at the same time she stood up. All of them, even the middle-aged Dimmler, did not want to interrupt the conversation and leave the corner of the sofa, but Natasha stood up, and Nikolai sat down at the clavichord. As always, standing in the middle of the hall and choosing the most advantageous place for resonance, Natasha began to sing her mother’s favorite piece.

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