Just whistle, they'll run right away. Choose - I do not want. No, I did not cling to Kostya, I communicated with him without making any plans. We did not meet too often - he was always at the training camp, then at competitions. I wrote letters to him, ran to the telegraph to call long distances - there were no mobile phones or e-mail then.

And we didn’t have crazy feelings for each other. The first signs of vague heart anxiety made themselves felt when I read in the newspaper that Tszyu had won the World Championship in Sydney and was leaving under a contract for Australia. How is he leaving? I had not yet had time to really figure out why anxiety suddenly arose in my soul, and then Kostya said: - Natasha, you will go with me.

It's like everything has already been decided. Although there was no clear understanding that I was his girlfriend, neither we nor those around us.

Oh, I don't know... How?! Where?! Which Australia?

But the first confusion quickly passed and I answered “yes”. And what girl at that time would refuse to fly to the other side of the world if she beckoned? We came to my mother. I can’t really explain anything, I myself don’t know where I’m flying, why, and most importantly, with whom. What kind of person is this Kostya, what to expect from him?

I only knew for sure that he was a guy with a generous and open soul. And so it remained. She told him endlessly: "Kostya, change at least a little, it's time to grow up, become more zealous."

I thought for a long time what and how to tell about my life with Kostya. I'm afraid to say too much, but it's also wrong to keep silent. Words do have great power. I've been preparing and I hope I managed to find the most needed ones...

It all started so long ago ... I was an ordinary girl from a provincial town. After graduating from school, she got a job at a hairdresser - this allowed her to earn an extra penny. My parents are simple people: my mother is a doctor, my father is a driver. There was enough money for food, but at the age of seventeen you also want to look beautiful! I worked hard from morning to evening. And the friends had fun, from time to time they went to a popular bar, where Kostya Tszyu and his friends also visited. At that time, he was already a prominent figure in our Serov, he drove an expensive car, dressed fashionably, his success in boxing was regularly written about in the local newspaper.

In the bar, Kostya always paid for the whole company. Among the boys who hung out there, he was the most enviable. I remember one girl said: “Kostya invited me on a date!” We immediately set about preparing her for the meeting - we made her beautiful, styled her hair, helped to choose clothes. But all our efforts were unsuccessful, Kostya never met her again. And after a while he began to take care of me ...

I am with my beloved children

Today I want to tell Kostya

thank you for educating

me strong

We have a great relationship...

but all the time Kostya took up boxing

I was primarily concerned that my husband

Breakfast was low fat yogurt...

Thought we'd say goodbye

with boxing and start

happy life...

Kostya was invited to the Russian project "Ice Age".

Paired with Maria Petrova.

"I would never take my father away from three guys..."

Kostya with Tatyana Averina

"That's it, Kostya, that's enough, I'm letting you go"

My children have grown up. I have the right to think about myself...

That day, my friends invited me to a bar. I went, but I couldn't have fun like the others, I was too tired. She sat and looked around with a detached look. Perhaps that is why Kostya drew attention to me - not like everyone else. When the party was over, he said goodbye, "If you want to be with me, you have to call." I called. There was nothing like that between us at first, we were just friends. I'm seventeen, he's a little older, we both don't drink, we don't smoke, but we love sports. So we went to the skating rink, then to the pool, then to ski.

To tell the truth, I was not so fond of sports, but together with Kostya I was interested in running, jumping, and swimming ... Meanwhile, a scandal was brewing at home. Mom has already been reported: Natasha is dating Tszyu. God, how she cried: “Daughter, he will play with you and leave you!”

And I didn’t bet on him, I understood with a girlish mind: Tszyu has such Natashas - half Serov. Just whistle, they'll run right away. Choose - I do not want. No, I did not cling to Kostya, I communicated with him without making any plans. We did not meet too often - he was always at the training camp, then at competitions. I wrote letters to him, ran to the telegraph office to call long distances - there were no mobile phones or e-mail back then.

And we didn’t have crazy feelings for each other. The first signs of vague heart anxiety made themselves felt when I read in the newspaper that Tszyu had won the World Championship in Sydney and was leaving under a contract for Australia. How is he leaving? I had not yet had time to really figure out why anxiety suddenly arose in my soul, and then Kostya said:

- Natasha, you will go with me.

That's right, and categorically. It's like everything has already been decided. Although there was no clear understanding that I was his girlfriend, neither we nor those around us.

“Oh, I don’t know… How?! Where?! Which Australia?

But the first confusion quickly passed and I answered “yes”. And what girl at that time would refuse to fly to the other side of the world if she beckoned? We came to my mother. I can’t really explain anything, I myself don’t know where I’m flying, why, and most importantly, with whom. What kind of person is this Kostya, what to expect from him?

I only knew for sure that he was a guy with a generous and open soul. And so it remained. She told him endlessly: "Kostya, change at least a little, it's time to grow up, become more zealous." Useless! If a casual acquaintance asks for a loan of ten thousand, he will first give, and then think. There was no case that he refused anyone at least something, spared money. It's a shame that there are still unscrupulous people who use it.

A separate story - how he returned from trips abroad. I remember the first time I came to his house and, together with Kostya's parents, his sister and a company of boxing friends, waited for the champion to get by taxi from Sverdlovsk airport to Serov. And so he entered. With a huge suitcase, hung with packages and boxes, like Santa Claus. Everyone sat down on the sofa, their mouths opened and they were waiting for Kostya to unpack things and start distributing gifts. Never forgot anyone!

I can’t say for sure whether on that visit or on another he brought the first imported perfume in my life. What was that flavor! Remember, we are talking about the late 1980s. Then in our area no one had such perfumes. I put on perfume, came to work, the girls gasped: it smells like abroad!

He brought boots, underwear - both for me and my sister. When it came to leaving for Australia, I told my mother that I had never met a kinder person than Kostya. She also said that I like him. I didn’t lie, there was no love at first sight between us. And the real feeling came already in Australia, it was tempered in the fight against the serious difficulties that we had to face on the Green Continent. Apparently, even then, in Serov, we were drawn to each other for a reason. Fate gave a sign that together we can survive. Kostya was the first to feel this and called me with him.

But first there were tears. Sea of ​​tears! Once in Australia, in an uncomfortable industrial area where the first house we rented stood, I cried bitterly and said that I wanted to see my mother. “Natasha, it’s hard for me here,” he replied. “If you want, go, but keep in mind that the ticket will be one way.” How was it said? What intonation? I remember the words, but I don’t remember the emotions, which means that I didn’t hurt, Kostya didn’t speak out of evil. Most likely, he wanted to pour words over like a cold shower, bring to life.

Mom and dad were not around to consult. I myself judged and decided that I could not leave my husband, no matter how difficult it was. Or do you think Kostya Tszyu never cried? He shed many tears, but no one saw them except me. I realized that there is nothing shameful or humiliating in tears. It is important not to be alone in difficult times. There should be someone nearby who can support and understand. We walked forward together, hugging or holding hands. Yes, we cried, but did not feel sorry for each other. Otherwise, you can break.

In Australia, Kostya constantly jogged, kept fit. I was bored at home alone and decided to run with him for company. And then one day we changed the route and ... got lost. It started to rain. I was tired, wet and crying:

- I can't do it anymore! Where is our home?

“Now I’ll leave you alone on the street, and I’ll run away myself!” Kostya shouted and began to run around me, shouting angrily and kicking from behind with his feet, it hurt so that he would not lag behind. Yes, such a despot. But in the end, we found our home and ran there together!

Today I want to say a huge thank you to Konstantin for raising me to be a strong woman. It often seems to people that everything, there is no more urine, and the internal reserve, it turns out, has not yet been exhausted. Sometimes it's hard to force yourself to do something. But if Kostya Tszyu is behind you, he will force you to believe in yourself, do not hesitate. It was scary to think that you could say no to him. Better to do what he wants.

You can't be weak with Bones. My tears would only irritate him, preventing him from making his way in life. And when I realized that there was no way out, that no one would pity and console me, I began to fight with myself - I went to study, took care of the house. I thought: I will do everything to make Kostya feel good with me. This decision has matured somehow by itself. So at the age of twenty I chose my path and model of behavior.

I can tell exactly when love came to me. Having lived with Kostya, I understood what he was doing, saw his victories, realized at what cost they got it. He once said: “Natasha, I am a professional boxer, so get used to the fact that your husband returns home with big bruises.” It seemed to be joking, but his eyes were serious, serious. Despite my youth, I sensed with a feminine instinct that he needed my help. And it was expressed not in beautiful words, oohs and sighs, but in the struggle for survival, work for the common good. Boxing has become our life. At first I did not understand this sport: who beats whom, where and why. Then I went to a couple of fights and began to slowly figure out what was what. Kostya won one victory after another. His fees went up.

We could think of our own home and children. Timofey was the first to be born, four years later Nikita, and four years later Nastya. With the birth of Timosha, the family was replenished with relatives who arrived: Kostya's parents moved to Australia. With his mother, we were neighbors in the same kitchen for nine years. There was no way out, both suffered ... But they endured and maintained good relations. Such courage should be rewarded!

My husband moved his entire family to Australia, but I didn’t dare to ask: “Bone, I also want my mother to live with me.” My parents and brother came to us many times, but Kostya never offered them to stay. How could I ask if my husband was dependent on his mom and dad, my sister and her family, and my aunt came? He paid for everyone, helped everyone, eventually built a house for his parents and sister. There are many relatives, and only Kostya earned money. And he always owed something to everyone. I don't judge because I understand him very well.

All life revolved around Kostya, there was no time to sort things out. Order and discipline reigned in the house. If he said "Sleep", then everyone goes to the side, whether we like it or not. My husband and I practically did not swear, we had excellent relations, but we were not a family in the generally accepted sense of the word. All the time Kostya took away boxing. His day consisted only of training, food and sleep. There was no room for children. He never did anything around the house, and I didn’t count on it, I knew that his only duty was to be an athlete. Kostya is used to the fact that in everyday life everything is always done for him. I woke up in the morning and there was breakfast on the table. I came home from work - please, a hot dinner. I don’t know, maybe now, living in Moscow, he has changed.

To be honest, I was very afraid of him. And I'm not alone, everyone experienced timidity: children, parents, masseurs, sparring partners. He is a king, and a formidable one. How did he manage to inspire others with awe? For the first time, I was truly scared when I watched Tszyu train with full dedication. When you see what your husband is capable of turning into a strong, trained opponent, horror is involuntarily mixed with respect. And although Kostya never did anything bad to me, he didn’t even raise his hand in a temper, in a controversial situation I always preferred to remain silent and do as he wants.

What can I talk about if I, the mother of three children, living with Kostya, thought about them in the second place, and first of all, that my husband had low-fat yogurt on the table for breakfast. Once it happened that he, this damned yogurt, was not on the table.

“Sorry, Kostya,” I justified myself, “I didn’t have time. I brought with the children, first one thing, then another ... In a word, I could not hit the road to the store, but today I will definitely buy yogurt.

He did not accept my excuses. As far as discipline was concerned, Kostya was adamant. I ended up getting in my car at 6:00 a.m. and heading to the convenience store for his yogurt. Probably, I myself spoiled Kostya, but I never argued, did not defend my point of view. I was afraid that word for word - and something unnecessary, superfluous would ripen in the relationship. It was easier to humble pride and agree: do you want yogurt? Okay, you'll have yogurt.

How does it usually happen in normal families where a small child grows up? The routine of adult life is subject to his regime. Relatives try not to make noise once again: “Quiet, the baby is sleeping!” Everything happened to us exactly the opposite. If Kostya was resting, I took three children outside, repeating: “Shh, dad is sleeping.” We had a spacious three-story house, Kostya slept upstairs, in principle, we could sit quietly downstairs without disturbing anyone, but I was afraid. What if one of the younger ones gets naughty and Kostya says:

"Why are your children crying?!" He just said: “Yours”, as if he had nothing to do with them ... We never had a nanny. I even do not know why. Helpers around the house came, but I did not want to give the guys into the wrong hands. Grandmother and grandfather helped, for which many thanks to them.

While Kostya was in big sport, I considered his behavior normal. We were a team that worked for the result, discipline and spartan living conditions for everyone seemed to be the main key to success.

I could let off steam during sparring, when my husband and I boxed together. “Bone,” she said to him, “how I want to hit you!”

I really wanted to hit. Better in the face. And with all the dope! But as soon as I started to approach Kostya, I felt how the T-shirt sticks to my body from enveloping fear: I was afraid to get back, although he never attacked me, he only defended himself. Several times he still managed to embed from the heart, it was an incomparable pleasure! Although my blows for Kostya are like mosquito bites. Not at all like the hook of the American Vince Phillips.

That fight in Atlantic City in May 1997, which Kostya lost by technical knockout, giving away the world champion title among professionals in the light welterweight, was my last - since then I have refused the role of a spectator. When a boxer begins to yield to an opponent, he misses a lot of terrible, crushing blows. It is unbearable to see how they deliberately finish off the man you love, inflicting monstrous blows to the head, face, torso ... One of Phillips's most powerful jabs led to Kostya's retinal detachment. But it turned out later, during the post-match medical examination. And then, looking at his face swollen from bruises with a cut eyebrow, I wanted to go into the ring and shout: “That's it! Kostya, everyone! Stop, no more!"

It is unlikely that he would have understood me: having missed so many blows, Kostya was in a state of prostration. When the fight was interrupted in the tenth round and Phillips' victory was declared, I jumped into the ring to kiss my husband, to support him. With the last of her strength, she braced herself so as not to sob. The coach felt it and looked menacingly at me: “Natasha, we are in America! No tears!” I had to turn to the TV cameras with a smile on my face, as if everything was okay with us and nothing terrible had happened. I smiled, but what did it cost me!

“I can’t see this anymore,” she said at first to herself, and then repeated to Kostya. After that loss, my husband was very hard. Great Tszyu plunged into a deep depression. Before the fight with Phillips, he spent nineteen fights in the professional ring and never lost. He believed in his own invincibility, and here it was... Kostya sat at home and was silent, not reacting in any way to the outside world, as if it had ceased to exist. We did not touch him, we waited for him to let go. But they were there and did their best to show that he was not alone. However, the situation was not conducive to a speedy recovery. Partners and sponsors turned away from us in an instant, the press lost interest in us, yesterday's ardent fans and fans cooled down.

At the same time, lawsuits were going on with Bill Mordi, a promoter whom Kostya suspected of deceit and deceit. As a result of litigation, we lost a lot of money, millions of dollars, which, of course, did not add to our good mood either. And then it turned out that the person was offended in vain. All the problems arose because of Kostya's bad English. But in any case, we had to pay Mordi's penalty. Reputation in the West is expensive...

Before important fights, the whole Tszyu team sat down at the table - Kostya's parents, coach, managers and me. It was a kind of psychological attack, we tuned in to the upcoming fight, told ourselves that not only Tszyu, but all of us would have a tough fight. What was it for? To create a certain background: everyone had to radiate positive energy that would help Kostya win. After the battle lost to Phillips, we gathered in the same way as our family clan and made a detailed plan for the near and long term. Life has shown that everything needs to be changed: diets, massages, sparring partners, rhythm and training methods. I volunteered to supervise that everything planned was strictly translated into reality. And Kostya again became the best, regained the world title, collected three championship belts in different versions. This continued until 2005, when the hitherto invincible Briton Ricky Hatton, nicknamed the Hired Killer, crossed the road to Costa.

The fight took place in England, before the last twelfth round, the husband's seconds asked the referee to stop the fight and admitted defeat. As in the case with Phillips, Kostya outright lost to Ricky. It was a painful blow to pride: the king was brought to his knees for the second time. And Kostya decided to end his professional career. Thank God, I thought. We will say goodbye to boxing, tie a knot with memories with a beautiful ribbon, and a new life will begin. Calm, happy. We have everything for this - children, friends, a house, cars, money ... Probably, I was the only one in the team who was glad that my husband lost. Johnny Lewis, Kostya's coach, threw the towel into the ring just in time. Sports fans probably know: this means a refusal to continue the fight and automatic surrender. Thanks to Johnny, Kostya remained a healthy person. Who knows what would have happened if he had missed another blow ...

But Kostya was very worried that he could no longer box. Promoters began to contact him, promising big money to lure him back into the ring. “You can’t earn all the money! I convinced my husband. We don't need more millions. Enough of those that are. Thirty-five years is the time to start a normal life. I assure you, we will be able to exist well without boxing.” I will not hide, I did everything so that my husband would not enter the ring again ...

We lived together for twenty years, and all these years Kostya really felt like a king. That's what he says: "I am a king" - without any hint of a joke. All his whims and desires were fulfilled at the first request. And then life changed, Tszyu left the big sport, and I had to learn to notice other people around me - my wife, children, business partners. Today he resentfully tells me: they say, boxing is over and I ended up almost in fifth place for you. This is true, but I warned him that it would be like this: “Kostya, the time will come, the fights will remain in the past and you, whether you like it or not, will have to become a normal person. You must learn to be a father, a husband."

I could no longer carry everything on myself for so many years: look after the children, take care of myself in order to match the star status of my husband, control the general business, and, of course, regularly run for yogurt. And where without it, without fat-free? I tried to rebuild Kostya's psychology, explain to him that now, when the overlord has free time, he can sometimes get up from an easy chair and take a walk to the store. At least as an easy promenade. She suggested that Kostya take off the crown from her head, forget about titles and learn to live like an ordinary person.

Since this all started. The king did not want to change and demanded from those around him the same respect and admiration. He got bored, grew gloomy and started talking about Russia. I did my best to keep him in Australia. I found professionals, we created a new company Undisputed Tszyu, which was engaged in the preparation of trainers. Kostya became her face and brand. But now it was not he who dictated the conditions to the team, but we told him when and where to come today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Business is built differently than sports. We created a website, promoted the product on the market. I, a woman, went alone to Pakistan to a factory that sewed gloves under the Mike Tyson brand to negotiate the release of products under the no less sonorous name of Kostya Tszyu. The bodyguard who met me at the airport was quite surprised that I alone ventured on such a journey. She brought a ready-made sample from Pakistan, but even this had no effect on Kostya. “I will still do just the way I want,” he said.

People invested their minds, money and connections in the promotion and sale of goods under the Kostya Tszyu brand. But the husband could not or did not want to follow the team, he was used to being a leader. Alone. The center of the universe ... The professionals I gathered lost faith in the success of the case. They understood: Kostya will always have his own opinion, which no one can change, even if it runs counter to common interests. It is painful and insulting to remember, but the company had to be closed. Among other things, it seems to me that Kostya was not delighted to see my success in business. While he was boxing, I was constantly studying, but I could not apply the acquired knowledge in practice due to the fact that I had to help my husband. Yes, the children were small.

And then “Dancing with the Stars” began in Australia, Kostya got involved in the competition, got a little distracted from gloomy thoughts, reached the final of the competition. He was again asked for interviews, published in newspapers and magazines. But the TV show was over, and he felt homesick. He was again drawn to Russia. Living here, of course, we missed the language and Russian culture. And Kostya went home. When he was boxing, there was no time to communicate with friends, and now the connections have been restored, they began to invite him - some to go fishing, some to hunt or go to the bathhouse. He was also paid for travel, what's wrong?

“If your name is, fly,” Kostya said. Did you jealous? No. The husband admitted more than once: I am monogamous, Natasha has nothing to worry about. And somehow, returning from another hunt, he began to show photographs. I look: almost every girl next to him.

- Who is it? I ask.

— A good friend, my new PR agent. She's going to shoot with me now.

Kostya then starred in an action movie with Alexander Abdulov, the film was not released due to the death of the actor.

- Kostya, is this normal?

“It's all right, Natasha. You know you're supposed to go to the shooting with assistants. And the girl will help - bring one thing, another ...

- Do you want me to wave to Russia for the company, huh? And we'll spend time together.

“Why bother, love, when you have kids?”

“Well... I'm glad you'll have someone to look after you.

In fifteen years, I have never had any reason to doubt my husband's honesty. I completely trusted him. But in vain ... Very soon it became obvious that Kostya had someone in Moscow. In order to understand this, you do not need to delve into someone else's phone or read correspondence. When you live with a man for many years, it’s easy to guess about this. I always paid the bills and receipts. Of course, it immediately caught my eye that fifty text messages left Kostya's phone in just one day. It's necessary - to sit all day and poke a finger at the phone! She said indignantly:

“After that, you want me to believe that you don’t have any free time at all?” I take my kids to school, I pick them up after training, I stand by the stove, I cook meals for the whole family, I remember to buy you fresh yogurt, and you sit in four walls and send text messages all day long?

- I correspond with a PR agent who organizes my business in Russia.

Gradually, the puzzles formed into an obvious picture of Kostya's betrayal. The husband stopped giving up. I learned the name of this woman - Tatyana ... Kostya later claimed in an interview that I was so cunning: I wrote messages to his chosen one, provoked a scandal. I even liked that he called me cunning. For a woman, I think this is a plus. I didn’t write anything bad to Tatyana, I just tried to explain that Kostya has not only a wife, but also children. I would never take on such a responsibility - to take the father away from three guys. At that time, our youngest - Nastya - was only five years old. I warned Tatyana: forty-year-old men have a bad head, they themselves sometimes do not understand what they are doing. But you're a woman, come to your senses! How long can a double life last? Make it clear already: either you are together, or you are not.

And this is what she answered me: “In my opinion, it’s not bad at all that Kostya has both a wife and a beloved woman.” I refused to understand such "high" attitudes. I asked my husband:

- Bone, what rules do you live by? I left Russia a long time ago and, probably, I don’t know something.

- Natasha, calm down, now many people live like this.

However, I turned to psychologists for help. About five specialists twisted this situation in different ways, trying to convince Tszyu: something needs to be decided. But nothing helped. He sat, withdrawing into himself, and was silent, silent, silent ...

For three years she lived without saying a word about what was going on with us to any of her relatives and friends. Walk on girlfriends and cry? What for? Everyone has their own problems. Someone, perhaps, will sympathize, while the other will gloat behind her back, rubbing her little hands with pleasure. In addition, our acquaintances could not even imagine that Kostya had another one. Moreover, when my friends wondered why he was constantly wandering to Moscow, I defended my husband: in Russia, they say, it’s interesting. But then everything opened up, and many, especially men, told me: “Natasha, your Kostya has always been an example for us, but today you are our friend. If you need anything, don't hesitate, we'll help. Get in touch." For example, when I was recently buying a house for myself and my children, one of Kostya's friends gave me a recommendation at the bank as a special woman - a client who needs to be treated especially carefully.

“Tony, thank you,” I said.

- Natasha, but it's true.

I treat people with sympathy, I don't care if a person is rich or poor. And for some reason Kostya put himself above others, stopped noticing those who had previously helped him. Many in Australia took offense at him. When he's here, he's still approached for an autograph, he's still popular. And I think he has a chance to regain the respect of those who were disappointed in him. To do this, it is enough to remember what he was like, where he started.

The situation escalated when Kostya was invited to the Russian project "Ice Age". I took my children from an Australian school and moved to Moscow despite my husband's unwillingness to see us there. My demarche was in vain: the children and I sat at home, and Kostya was engaged in the show and his own affairs. Tszyu now says that I am such a great dock in gadgets, allegedly tracking him down, spying on him. This is not true! Everything happened by itself. He handed me the phone for me to talk to someone in common, and at that moment a love message arrived. I could not help but see the text on the display screen: “Kostya, my God! I am with you here in Russia, with our children, and you continue to receive text messages from your Tatyana ?! The presence of the children did not stop him. Kostya stubbornly continued to do what he considered necessary. Tima, Nikita and Nastya liked Moscow, and if my father wanted to leave us, he would have easily saved the family.

We decided to celebrate New Year 2008 at home. I still had a glimmer of hope: before leaving for Australia, Kostya and I went to see a Moscow apartment in which it would be convenient for the whole family to live. But no, she didn't need it. We invited friends, I smiled happily at the guests, pretended that everything was fine with us, although cats scratched my heart. Having celebrated the holidays with us, Kostya flew to Phuket at the invitation of acquaintances from Russia. After returning from Thailand, he announced:

- I'm leaving for Moscow.

— And what about us? I must first arrange with the schools about the transfer.

- No, I'll fly without you.

I probably made a mistake from the very beginning, taking everything on myself - children, home, business. Been asking:

— Kostya, postpone the trip, I need your help.

“And why should you help, and you can handle it yourself,” he answered and drove off.

“My hands act faster than my brain can think,” Kostya likes to say. Other parts of the body, apparently, too ... Whom could I tell about my grief? I have no one in Australia, except for Kostya's parents. I opened up to them, and they supported me as much as they could. They even tried to talk to Kostya, but no one ordered him to. Tsar! Mr. Vaughn, the principal of Timothy's Christian school, advised me: “Boys at Tim's age are very important to communicate with their father, they are looking for a role model - a person they want to be like. Let him miss classes, but stay with dad.

But the good intentions of Mr. Vaughn were not destined to come true. I stayed with the children in Australia, identified them by schools, football and gymnastics, and myself, in order not to go crazy, I undertook to master the profession of a business manager. Kostya says that I was constantly studying, but I never learned anything. This is not so: I completed all my undertakings and received the necessary certificates.

In January, Kostya left us, and on March 8, I decided to give him a present - I flew to Moscow. Shortly before leaving, I had a conversation with my eldest son. I really value close, trusting relationships with children, we share a lot. I try now with one child, then with another to be alone and talk heart to heart. And somehow we had dinner together with Timosha - the only one of the children to whom Kostya told about Tatyana, they even met when Timo flew to his father for a short time. And suddenly the seventeen-year-old son says:

- Mom, I don't want you to write and call dad.

- Why, Timochka?

- You are completely different people.

- You think so?

Mom, you will never live with dad. He has a woman in Russia, I know. Why are you humiliated? Why are you going to him? File for divorce.

These words were a thorn in my soul when I flew to Moscow. But she still could not refuse the last attempt to force Kostya to change his mind. I phoned his managers, asked not to warn my husband about the surprise and meet him at the airport. Kostya was at the restaurant at that time.

- Is he alone? she asked the driver.

- Yes.

I went into the hall and found the table where my husband was sitting.

- Wow, Natasha! What are you doing here?!

"I've come to you, my love!"

- Natasha, weren't you afraid that I wouldn't be alone?

Of course I was afraid, and still I threw myself into fire and water, just to save my family. But it was all in vain. Several days passed, and the question arose: why am I here? Kostya was constantly busy with his own affairs, we hardly saw each other.

- Natasha, - he suggested, - go to Serov, visit your mother.

“Really, you have to go.

I visited her native city, talked with her relatives, and then again looked in Moscow for a day. Kostya met me with cold indifference, as if nothing connected us, as if there had never been our love. Not to say that he hated me, no. He defiantly did not want to communicate, even to see him nearby. And then I told myself that there was no point in trying to get through to the former Kostya, he simply no longer exists. Gotta get divorced. The husband often said: "Before you rise, you need to fall." I got the hardest knockout of my life. Didn't expect this hit. I was afraid of many things in my life, but not betrayal, not betrayal ...

Saying the word "divorce" is one thing, but getting used to the thought is completely different. I cried day after day and reread my lawyer's parting words: "Tomorrow will be better than today." She kept telling herself: “You need to hold out, endure, go this way.” It used to wake up at night, pick up the phone and dial Kostya. Then she hung up: no, I won’t, enough humiliation.

I loved my husband very much and when I felt that I was losing, I tried to keep him by any means - I asked, cried, and then got up from my knees and said: “That's it, Kostya, that's enough, I'm letting you go.” I felt better, as if I had received a blessing from above. Not immediately, but I understood: life does not end, there is still so much new, interesting, important in it. Looking back at our common history, I am once again convinced that we did not meet in vain. The Tszyu family was a great team. The goals we set for ourselves have been achieved. Kostya won all the championship titles, wonderful children were born, we built the house we dreamed about.

The divorce was very hard, a sea of ​​tears was shed, but I left the courtroom with a smile. Like the day Kostya fought Phillips. It turns out that boxing taught me something. I have become strong and believe in myself. If I promised, I will definitely fulfill my plan, no matter what obstacles stand in the way.

Today it seems to me that I emerged victorious from this situation. Kostya prevailed in the ring, and I won in life, because justice is on my side. Tszyu is not used to losing and is angry. This can be seen from his latest interviews, in which he claims that our divorce is solely my fault. But his words no longer hurt me, I “had been ill” with Kostya. I still respect him as an outstanding athlete and the father of my children, but as a man, Tszyu no longer exists for me: I do not forgive betrayal.

I don’t know if Kostya loves Tatyana or just wants to live up to her star status, because they are simply obliged to be accompanied by a young beautiful girl. I would really like it to be love, let Kostya be fine. He deserved a decent, prosperous life, true friends and girlfriends. Tszyu left the sport as a healthy person, but he was hit on the head a lot and hard. How will it show up with age? I really hope his new girlfriend does not have to find out what such injuries lead to. And if something happens, I believe - it will not let you down. God grant that he made the right choice. I even feel sorry for Tatyana, with whom Kostya does not want to formalize relations.

I think this is his royal whim. He again thinks only of himself, forgetting that it is important for any woman to trust her only and beloved. No matter what they say, a woman feels calmer with a stamp in her passport. Especially since they are thinking about the child.

Children are not dogs, they need a father. And not on the phone, Skype or on TV. For twenty years, he only fed our babies on his own a couple of times, and even then he did it in front of the TV camera. And if I had to take one of them in my arms, I just waited for me to come up and pick up the child. With a boa constrictor, he spent more time. I did not like this cold, slippery creature. And Kostya liked his strength, the play of muscles under the patchy skin. After Kostya's departure, we gave the boa constrictor to friends. When the story with Tatyana began, I did not have the strength to take care of this two-meter reptile ...

Now, some time after our divorce, I suddenly experienced incredible relief. It turns out it's so nice to be free! No need to adapt, restrain emotions, run to the store at six in the morning ... I do not ask Kostya to pay alimony, we do not need them. Everything he had in Australia is left to us. If possible, I will try to multiply what we have received. I know how to control finances, they have always been in my hands. I am a much more zealous hostess than Kostya, to whom just give free rein - he will squander everything.

Tszyu says in an interview that his ex-wife drives a Bentley. The car is idle in the garage, if he wants, let him take it. And a Porsche to boot. I don’t see the point in fancy cars, bags. It's because he's crazy about brands, not me. Recently, my children and I bought a new house. There is enough space for everyone, even though it cannot be compared with the previous one. But I don't want to live in big houses anymore, I'm tired... Life becomes much easier if you don't get hung up on the external, ostentatious. I have other priorities. The main goal is to give children a higher education.

Nastya is still a schoolgirl, she is eleven. Timofey entered the university, Nikita graduated from the eleventh grade. He has already become the champion of Australia among juniors four times. But to be honest, I don’t want my child to take boxing seriously. I do not wish my children a sports career: only a few make their way to the very top, but very many lose themselves. As a mother, I will not insist that he choose a different future, because dad and grandfather love boxing. But for my part, I force my son to study, and when he grows up, he will decide for himself what he needs.

Perhaps, over time, Kostya will want to pull the eldest, Timofey, to his place in Moscow. He should talk to the younger ones - Nikita and Nastya, introduce them to Tatyana. I understand that money and fame are on his side. But I want our children to use the merits of their father to a minimum and build their own lives. Moscow has pluses and minuses. Here in Australia there is no such distinction between rich and poor. People don't bother about what kind of car you drive, what kind of phones, bags, shoes you have. And Moscow is a city of show-offs. Therefore, I hope that Timofey will get there when he is able to make meaningful adult decisions.

My children are almost grown up, I have the right to think about myself. I'm good at boxing, but I don't even want to think about it. The second meaning of this word is box, container. So I got out of boxing. Previously, the walls of the house were completely hung with Kostya's posters, gloves, and now there are beautiful pictures hanging there, and I like it. Lately I've been in real estate. People from Russia came to us in Australia, wishing to buy housing here. I took up the development of new areas of cooperation with the Russians. I also work with the Chinese - that's who massively undertook to attack the Green Continent. If a Chinese invests four million dollars in the country, after a few years he automatically receives citizenship. Many in Hong Kong have money, but there are no living conditions, so the Chinese are buying land, houses in Australia with might and main, bringing their families here, and enrolling children in local schools. Everything you need is here: hospitals, parks, kindergartens... Live and be happy! Recently put up for sale a house worth twelve million dollars. The Australians do not have that kind of money, I am almost sure that people from the Middle Kingdom will acquire it. They also bought our house with Kostya ...

It is sad, but, apparently, the Chinese will soon fill our country to the brim. They are hard workers, used to working hard, constantly on the move, like ants. And Australians are spoiled for an easy easy life. The weather is always good, the ocean is close at hand, social benefits are guaranteed. Why luxury and abundance when you can have a good time in a bar with a pint of beer? A high standard of living is supported only by foreigners - Chinese, Greeks, Lebanese.

Even though I have a real estate job in Australia, I am planning to move to Dubai in the next few years. Once in this city, I was surprised to find that I can speak fluently in my native Russian. Well, in English, of course. Oddly enough, there are a lot of our compatriots in Arab Dubai. From there it is much closer to fly to my mother. I found good people there with whom I can build a business: my experience as a realtor is in demand in these places. I'm thinking of getting Nastya into an international school and living in the Emirates until my daughter graduates, and then I'll return to Sydney. During this time, I hope to finally recover from the divorce. A change of scenery will help me, I'm sure.

I look at Kostya's photos with Tatiana... They are so happy, they smile. I don’t have any personal life, so far I can’t even think about getting together with someone. But I hope: time will pass, the wounds will heal and a loved one will appear next to me. I believe in it.

I look at Kostya again as a friend. Today we have a new life, everyone has their own destiny. But there are many things in common - children, memories. And soon there will be grandchildren. It seems to me that despite everything, we will be able to maintain good relations. Even if Kostya spoke about me in an interview not very flattering, I suppose it was a momentary impulse, but in our hearts we have no anger at each other. Maybe he still loves me in his own way. But if once we literally grew into each other, now we have grown out of these relationships.

I was in Kostya's life in his best years, and today we are completely strangers. I can’t imagine living with him in the same house or sleeping in a common bed. But we have children with him, and if there is an opportunity to drink coffee or have dinner together, I will be happy to meet with my ex-husband and talk. I think it will happen someday...

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