the fugitive banker, sergei pugachev, once again found himself in the status of an accused.case against him is being considered without his participation. we are again talking about billions of dollars in theft. as a beneficiary of the bankrupt mizhprombank, pugachev, the researchers are sure, withdrew astronomical amounts through offshore companies. according to kommersant, 30 billion rubles were stolen and 64 were missing. mr. pugachev is accused by the main investigative department of the investigative committee of russia in the misappropriation of funds entrusted to him using his official position by an organized group on an especially large scale and organizing the abuse of powers leading to grave consequences. pugachev’s case is inextricably linked with his work at mezhprombank. billions were stolen according to a simple scheme, through the issuance of bad loans and the withdrawal of liquid assets through a new zealand company owned by pugachev. according to these. in fact , several criminal cases were opened at once, when the smell of fried food, the billionaire fled

the fugitive banker, sergei pugachev, once again found himself in the status of an accused.inst him is being considered without his participation. we are again talking about theft of billions of dollars, connected with his work at mezhprombank. billions were stolen according to a simple scheme, through the issuance of bad loans and the withdrawal of liquid assets through a new zealand company owned by pugachev. based on these facts, several criminal cases were opened at once, when the smell of frying began, the billionaire fled to england and even purchased a historic mansion there on the banks of the thames, and also initiated litigation with the russian deposit insurance agency, trying to challenge the seizure of his assets, but all these attempts failed were successful, on the contrary, they spoiled pugachev’s reputation; in 2016, the high court of london sentenced him in absentia to two years in prison. i decided that he guilty of violating twelve court orders. the maximum sentence that the court can impose in this case is 24 months. among the twelve facts of disrespect

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between the hero sergei bezrukov, district police officer krovtsov, and a local resident, played by vladislav galkin, there was a fight between them and then there was a fall. igor pugachevthis is the same office of the cinematic krovtsov. the village of pokhvisnevo, kaluga region, has now turned into an open-air museum, there is also a sign about the filming of their film. photo gallery and even a monument to hero bezrukov and his faithful tsu, many tourists still come here, because the district police officer is the same person who is familiar to everyone, he knows all the hooligans in the district, and the grandmothers are their best friends. it’s me, the district police officer, and i’m open, how are you doing, so-so, so-so, why, my health is bad, now, and also the district police officers, people they trust, talk about their problems.

between the hero sergei bezrukov, the district police officer krovtsov, a local resident played by vladislav galkin, there was a fight between them and then there was a fall downhill . igor pugachev is a real police officer, during the filming of the film, at that time he kept order, that’s the same one. and the office of the cinematic krovtsov, the village of pokhvisnevo in the kaluga region has now turned into an open -air museum, there is a sign about the filming of the film, its own photo gallery and even a monument to the hero bezrukovy and his faithful. until now , many tourists come here, because the district police officer is the same person that everyone knows, he knows all the hooligans in the district, and grandmothers are their best friends. it’s me, the district police officer, how are you, how are you, so-so, why? my health is bad now. also local people, whom in 2 days i will go see him again, because they trust him, talk about their problems , when he, when you go to him, he stops singing, just like a family member, he greets you with love, sees you off with love, svetlana kostina, olyushin, liliya zorina, and anatoly mineev, channel one, on this i say goodbye to t