Dmitry Rybolovlev E-Book

Arnaud Ramsay

• Herausgeber: Biteback Publishing
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Russian businessman Dmitry Rybolovlev ranks in the top 200 wealthiest people in the world, according to Forbes Magazine. Since December 2011 he has been the Chairman of AS Monaco, regenerating the famous football club, and taking it from the bottom of the French Ligue 2 to the semi-finals of the Champions League and the French Ligue 1 Championship title in 2017. A man of many parts, he first trained to be an emergency cardiologist, then became an international businessman, spending eleven months as a prisoner in a Russian jail for a crime he did not commit, before going on to transform the fortunes of fertiliser giant Uralkali and listing the company on the London Stock Exchange. From Russia's Urals Mountains to Monaco's Stade Louis II, this biography traces the epic saga of this reserved, determined and enigmatic character. It dissects his extraordinary story and takes us backstage at this famous football club, where the transfers and negotiations take place. It transports us from Rybolovlev's hometown of Perm in eastern Russia to the private Greek island of Skorpios once owned by Aristotle Onassis and now the retreat of Rybolovlev and his family. With rare access to Dmitry Rybolovlev himself, this is the complete story.

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DMITRY RYBOLOVLEV

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LIST OF WORKS BY THE SAME AUTHOR

Derrière le sourire, with Antoine Griezmann, Robert Laffont, 2017.

Head High: Confessions of an Enfant Terrible of Rugby, with Mathieu Bastareaud, Robert Laffont, 2015.

Qu’est-ce qui fait courir… Tapie?, drawings by Faro, Jungle!, 2015.

Dans les griffes du Qatar, with Zahir Belounis, Robert Laffont, 2015.

Président Platini, with Antoine Grynbaum, Grasset, 2014.

Champions du monde 98, secrets et pouvoir, with Gilles Verdez, Éditions du Moment, 2014.

Ma mauvaise réputation, with Mourad Boudjellal, La Martinière, 2013, Points, 2015.

Ligue 1, 80 ans de football professionnel, with Paul Dietschy, Solar, 2013.

Paris vaut bien un cheikh, drawings by Philippe Bercovici, 12 Bis Éditions, 2013.

Perles de foot, Fetjaine, 2013.

Laurent Blanc, la face cachée du Président, Fetjaine, 2012.

Ce si gentil David Douillet, Éditions du Moment, 2011.

Anelka par Anelka, Hugo & Cie, 2010.

Jean d’Ormesson ou l’élégance du bonheur, Le Toucan, 2009.

Énergie positive, with Charles Beigbeder, Le Toucan, 2008.

Bixente, with Bixente Lizarazu and Jacques Bungert, Grasset, 2007.

Snake, with Youri Djorkaeff, Grasset, 2006.

Terrain miné: football, la foire aux illusions, with Boris Ngouo, Michel Lafon, 2004.

ARNAUD RAMSAY

English-language edition adapted and updated by Glenn Moore.

To Martin, Amélie and their beloved Papou

CONTENTS

Preface

1.    Prince of AS Monaco

2.    Secret operation: a tiger on the rock of Monaco

3.    Origins in Perm

4.    The Tsar of Potash

5.    Time in the cell

6.    Uralkali: a fortune dissolved and remade

7.    Squabbling with the French football family

8.    Project Monaco: stage two

9.    Image control

10.  Presidential friends and rivals

11.  Pleasures of a billionaire

12.  The ‘divorce of the century’

13.  Paradise island

14.  Picasso, free ports, fraud: the masterpiece of discord

15.  Champions

16.  A captain with no qualms

Timeline

Acknowledgements

PREFACE

Imagine a studio of scriptwriters, brought together by a producer keen to develop a feature film. Bottle-fed on the Hollywood approach, they’re racking their brains to sketch out an original portrait of the main character and furnish him with flaws. Over the course of some enlightened meetings, the ingredients are intertwined, outlining the meandering path of his unique trajectory, fleshing him out while advancing the plot. At last, after much consideration, his character emerges and the biographical elements are defined in such a way as to better identify with him and follow him on his path.

Anyone reading the resulting synopsis would learn the following: the protagonist is an only child, a boy, born in the mid-1960s at the foot of the Ural Mountains in the USSR, where Leonid Brezhnev has recently become General Secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party – a title that has not been used since Stalin. His parents are doctors and ‘Mr. X’ follows in their footsteps, spending seven years studying cardiology at Perm University, located in his hometown, where his father and mother both teach. While still a student, he marries a classmate and becomes a father at twenty-three. During this period he witnesses the dismantling of his country and the dissolution of the Soviet bloc. Sensing that times are changing, he escapes to Moscow, where he studies economics, before returning home, where he takes advantage of the massive wave of privatisations to create companies and take control of businesses by buying up the vouchers distributed to workers. He purchases one of these companies, which in the space of fifteen years he transforms into a global giant.

It is a success story with its share of disillusionment: eleven months’ imprisonment after being accused of arranging the assassination of an associate, as well as the collapse of a mine which swallows up 50 million tonnes of potassium and risks an environmental disaster. While based in Switzerland for his safety, the hero is ‘invited’ by individuals close to Muscovite power to sell his Uralkali shares, a portion of the capital of which had been listed three years earlier on the London Stock Exchange. At just forty-four years old, he is a billionaire. He travels by private jet, sails his yacht, buys actor Will Smith’s villa in Hawaii and the Maison de L’Amitié in Florida from Donald Trump, real estate tycoon and future President of the United States.

In 2011, this man who cultivates discretion and who, officially, claims to speak only Russian is drawn to the glitz and glamour of Monaco and decides to relocate to this captivating place. On Christmas Eve, he suddenly finds himself the chairman of the principality’s football club, AS Monaco, which is bottom of Ligue 2. He authorises the spending of millions of euros to strengthen the team and, four-and-a-half years later, wins the Ligue 1 title and reaches the semi-finals of the European Champions League.

Further spicing up this story, which already has a touch of a thriller about it, throw in interminable divorce proceedings and a soon to be ex-wife demanding half of his fortune against a backdrop of trusts in Cyprus and the British Virgin Islands, as well as a legal battle against the world’s largest art shipper, from whom he’d bought almost forty paintings for around €2 billion over a ten-year period, and who he now accuses of fraud and money laundering.

So, is it credible or improbable, this fiction apparently concocted by scriptwriters? It’s hard to believe, but all of it is absolutely true. Dmitry Rybolovlev – since he is the chairman of AS Monaco in question – exists in flesh and blood. I’ve even met him.

Without judging Rybolovlev’s personality, his fate intrigued me: his mysteries and his secrets, too. Through concentric circles, after long weeks of advance and retreat, I was able to gain access to the man described thus by the Swiss daily newspaper Le Temps:

Those who are acquainted with him describe a cold, changeable creature who is impossible to decipher. Ice man, stone man, snake or even ‘endive’, the metaphors abound to describe this man of unrivalled intelligence, yet inexpressive, capable of shutting down the slightest hint of emotion on his face. ‘He’s an infinitely crafty individual, who has admirably manoeuvred in a hostile environment, with great flair for power relations,’ explains a person who sat opposite him during his divorce proceedings. ‘Behind everything he does, there are ulterior motives.’

The title of the portrait sets the tone: ‘The oligarch with a mask of ice.’ Or how about the double-page spread in Libération in May 2015, which begins as follows: ‘Albert II is piqued. The Prince of Monaco has just given an order to the paparazzi: they are banned from photographing him in the company of Dmitry Rybolovlev, the Russian oligarch whose takeover bid on the Rock of Monaco is turning into insider trading.’ It matters little that two days before the publication of the article, the billionaire had attended the baptism of Jacques and Gabriella, the five-month-old twins of Albert and Charlène at the Cathédral Notre-Dame-Immaculée in Monaco.

Vanity Fair magazine was in the same camp, dedicating an eleven-page special report to Rybolovlev in its September 2015 issue, ‘The Oligarch’s Trap’, looking back on the conflict that pitted him against art dealer Yves Bouvier. The author states: ‘Since his arrival in the principality, four years ago, Dmitry Rybolovlev has been waiting in vain for the Monegasque passport he requested.’

The image of the big bad Russian was skilfully summarised by journalist Roberto Saviano, author of the bestseller on the Neapolitan mafia Gomorrah – who has since been living under police protection. In his most recent opus, Extra Pure: A Journey into the Economy of Cocaine, he writes in the chapter ‘The Tsars Conquering the World’:

The Amalfi Coast, Sardinia, Costa del Sol, Tuscany, Malta, Ibiza: all of that is Russian!’ The person expressing himself in these terms knows the difference between the penetrating cold of Moscow and the pleasant heat of the Italian coasts well. He is a Russian like many others, of the kind who invade our country when summer dictates that swimwear and sunscreen be worn. They are everywhere and, looking at them, we automatically think: Russians, Russian mafia … As though all of rich Russia was inevitably criminal.

Dmitry Rybolovlev, while he has retained the soul of his country in a profound way, does not correspond to the cliché. His existence makes eyes at the Russian novel instead, the alchemy of Russian painting, and the exploration of the depths of the human soul, showcased by Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Gogol or Bulgakov. If you tell him this, he assents. ‘If someone had predicted that I would live such a life, I probably wouldn’t have believed it. Every day, it continues to surprise me. Yet, sometimes, I ask myself when all of it will calm down a bit.’

This conversation dates from Saturday 16 May 2015, in the lounge of his 1,600m2 penthouse on the Avenue d’Ostende, with a view over Port Hercules, the five-star palace L’Hermitage, the casino, and the Prince’s palace. A setting procured for €235 million, sold by two British developers, the Candy brothers. Une Belle Époque – the name of the building it is housed within – became infamous when the Lebanese-naturalised Brazilian banker and king of finance Edmond Safra died there after an arson attack in 1999.

Four hours prior to kick-off at Stade Louis II Monaco vs. Metz, on the thirty-seventh match day of Ligue 1, Rybolovlev agreed to meet me at his home. Well, almost his home: the duplex with a circular terrace on the roof, a two-storey library, infinity pool with jacuzzi and spa, games room and movie theatre (which doubles as a ‘panic room’) has actually been rented for ninety-seven years in the form of a long-term lease. The six-storey building, where HSBC and BNP Paribas each occupy a floor, remains the property of the Monegasque state. Security is discreet but efficient, with bulletproof glass, private elevator, and bodyguards, who escort Rybolovlev to the stadium in a Mercedes van.

Our chat proves to be a litmus test for presenting him with my goal: not a hagiography, not a book of sensational claims, but a scrupulous investigation – already well underway – to establish the story of all of his lives as accurately as possible. This is a challenge, given how extremely rare his interviews are and the fact that his relationship with the media is almost non-existent. Initially, he forbade himself from becoming a public figure. ‘At any rate, I don’t consider myself to be one,’ he assured me. ‘I read the minimum of what might be said about me because it doesn’t interest me. Some very tough things are written but I’m used to living with that.’

That is a necessity. Presiding over an historic football club crowned champions of France eight times, or having, according to Forbes magazine in 2017, the 190th largest fortune worldwide with $7.4 billion in the bank, inevitably attracts the media spotlight, even if you loathe being caught in its beams.

Between sips of water, calmly seated in his armchair, in dark-coloured casual wear, Rybolovlev listened to me. The translation of our conversation was provided by his faithful lawyer, the Swiss polyglot of Ukrainian origin, Tetiana Bersheda, who also serves on the club’s board of directors. Before detailing how I envisioned the book, and telling him I would write it with or without his participation, I briefly outlined my background and explained that I’d ghosted autobiographies for footballers Bixente Lizarazu and Youri Djorkaeff, as well as for Toulon rugby club owner Mourad Boudjellal and its French international Mathieu Bastareaud. I shared my background as a journalist specialising in sport, someone who has covered four World Cups.

Now freelance, my last full-time job had been at France-Soir, in 2011. The daily had been taken over two years earlier by billionaire Sergei Pugachev, owner of the delicatessen Hédiard. Nicknamed ‘the Kremlin’s banker’, the former Siberian senator also owned shipyards in Saint Petersburg and liked to frequent Monegasque charity galas; he had set up a chauffeur-driven limousine company in the principality. He gave the newspaper to his 24-year-old son, the French-Russian Alexandre, and established the editorial office at 100 Avenue des Champs-Élysées.

‘The best way to lose your money is to buy a club or a newspaper,’ I quipped to Rybolovlev, who cracked a smile in spite of himself. At France-Soir, I was soon able to catch a glimpse of the owner’s cold and direct mentality, of the kind generally attributed to Russians. Handing me a list of staff in the sports department, of which I’d just been named editor-in-chief, he said: ‘So, who are we keeping and who are we not keeping?’

Naïve, shy, cynical, and paradoxically likeable, Alexandre Pugachev never went out without his bodyguard. In the end, the failure of France-Soir cost the family a lot: a loss of around €80 million and a brand name that disappeared from view after the liquidation of the title and assets sold by the Commercial Court of Paris. In late 2014, Interpol requested the immediate arrest of Sergei Pugachev, in exile in London, and whose foreign holdings had been frozen at the behest of the Russian courts. Moscow claimed $2 billion from him after the bankruptcy of the Mejprombank. Having fallen into disgrace despite having been close to Vladimir Putin, this active member of the Orthodox Church has now taken refuge in Paris.1

During a surprising interview in July 2015 with Le Nouvel Observateur, Pugachev affirmed having introduced Putin to the daughter of Boris Yeltsin in the late 1990s and even having proposed him as a successor for the top job.

Such are the lives of oligarchs, conveying as many fantasies as they do fears. In any case, Dmitry Rybolovlev does not present himself as an oligarch: he insists he never received any state-owned enterprise and that he only enjoyed the same opportunities as others in the era of privatisations. Over the course of our initial informal meeting, lasting thirty minutes, politics was not mentioned. We talked more about football.

‘As a young man in the USSR, ice hockey was the most popular game. I played this sport at school. As for football, I learned to like it,’ he confessed.

When Roman Abramovich bought out Chelsea, I went to Stamford Bridge. I wasn’t in the presidential grandstand; I wanted to experience the encounter in the midst of the supporters. The emotions I felt that day were very strong. So I understood that one day, I would be the chairman of a football team.

He also evoked his ambitions with AS Monaco, whose slogan under his rule has become ‘Like nowhere else’, or in the club’s shorthand ‘Incomparable’.

He said:

My goal is to be the champions of France once every three or four years – if you never win, ambitious players will no longer sign – and to one day win the Champions League. This season, with the quarter-final against Turin’s Juventus, after eliminating Arsenal, showed that we might attain this goal with an intelligent project and a reasonable budget.

‘Reasonable’ is relative; the budget for 2015–16 was €140 million. Rybolovlev also mentioned his passion for surfing:

When Uralkali was sold in 2010, I experienced a period where I had a great deal of free time. I tried surfing and I enjoyed it. Nowadays, I don’t do it so often but I still enjoy it, all the more since Kelly Slater gave me the board on which he’d become a world champion.

That evening, a week away from the Formula One Grand Prix in the streets of the principality, Monaco won 2–0 against Metz in front of 7,500 spectators, the usual crowd for a venue that can hold 18,500. Not that the empty seats spoil any fun for the man who admits that being alone in a stadium is enough for him, so long as there are emotions to be had. From his unpretentious box, he watches almost every home match, putting on his glasses, flinching and complaining.

To complete this book, I met with, or questioned, over sixty sources, from Moscow to the principality, via Greece, Switzerland, Perm, Rybolovlev’s hometown, and even Berezniki, very near the mines. Given Rybolovlev’s reputation, many people refused to answer my questions, while others would only do so anonymously. Let’s just say that, between football, Monaco, Russia, and the billionaire circle, Rybolovlev’s life verges on the sheer accumulation of secretive milieus!

The modest and discreet Rybolovlev, who turned fifty in late 2016, shut no doors to me and went with the flow, without restricting or encouraging me. This man who loathes interviews also hosted me in the summer of 2015 on his private island of Skorpios, in the Ionian Sea.

My portrait of him does not clear up all the grey areas. But it does shed light on the unusual life of an austere man who nonetheless can still take a joke; a tall man (Rybolovlev stands at 1.85 metres) who, when he gazes at you for the first time, seems to be reading your mind. This strategist, who listens and consults but always has the final say, has no doubt meditated on the maxim, well known in France: ‘We only emerge from ambiguity to its detriment.’

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1     In September 2015, Pugachev filed international arbitration proceedings in The Hague against the Russian government, claiming $12 billion.

CHAPTER 1

PRINCE OF AS MONACO

‘Monument in danger: buy now.’

If football clubs were advertised for sale in the classified section, like cars are, perhaps this would have been an appropriate headline on an advertisement in the winter of 2011. The text beneath might have read:

Major football club, currently ranked last in second division, for sale owing to meagre finances, and results in free fall.

The Association Sportive de Monaco Football Club, founded 1 August 1919.

A public limited company affiliated to the French Football Federation under registration no. 91.

Awards: seven-time champions of France (1961, 1963, 1978, 1982, 1988, 1997, 2000), five-time winners of the Coupe de France (1960, 1963, 1980, 1985, 1991), winners of the Coupe de la Ligue (2003). Finalists in the European Champions League (2004) and European Cup Winners’ Cup (1992).