The following is a thread detailing the story of how @IcePickLodge founder and current head of studio, Nikolay Dybowski treats his former wife and their child.
Translation provided by me, for the purposes of spreading this story to fans of IPL who might not know russian.
Important note: I am in no way affiliated with Renata. She gave me permission to translate the story and that's it. For any comments or questions or propositions you're welcome to contact her at @romacurl
This is her story, and I'm only acting as a translator.
"At the end of the year me and my family found ourselves in some sort of terrible crime drama movie. With Nikolay Dybowski, my former husband and current head of @IcePickLodge , acting as the main character.
In this month alone, Dybowski managed to kidnap our son, threaten my family and send my dad to the hospital with a concussion. I need help and I need to make this story known, which is why I'm seeking support here, on Twitter.
Nikolay has financial resources and media resources. The only thing that can protect me, my family and my son - is publicity. Nikolay's behavior is akin to Pechorin's [famous character from "Hero of our time" novel by Lermontov]
He puts on the act of a noble and refined genius, yet does these horrible things, which were kept under the rug for a lot of years. By me, too. Thanks to this spiral of silence [no idea what she means here] Dybowski maintained his image, which shielded and exused him for years.
On the 7th of Dec, Nikolay kidnapped our son, Yuri. A day later, me and my dad managed to get him back, at the price of me getting a light concussion and my dad spending a week at the hospital. After that our life turned into a thriller movie.
I left Dybowski on 9th of April, after he struck me for the first time in front of our three year old son, and went to the pub to mingle with his ex-wife. On that day, I moved to my parents who live in Crimea, and filed for divorce.
Despite what had happened, I wanted my son to maintain a connection with his dad and his family, which is why they met regularly, had video calls and were in contact all the time.
Of course, there were signs before. We were married for five years, and all this time I've been trying to save an alcoholic [she means Nikolay] and preserve the family. After our son was born, I was left alone with two children: a newborn and a guy with a bottle.
On the day of the kidnapping, we were in a cafe with Yuri [their son] and Dybowski. His visits were a joyful occasion for the both of them. Parks, amusement rides, game rooms - I always picked places our son loved best.
I didn't intervene, but always were just nearby - while we were living together, Dybowski drank even in front of the child. He even managed to lose him a couple of times. And once almost got into a fight on the way to the daycare.
On that day we had a draft of the civic agreement [regarding the divorce, presumably], the only thing left was to sign it. We were hanging out in a cafe, Dybowski acted normal, playing with our son. I was studying nearby, not messing with their fun.
Nothing indicated trouble: they were left alone many times before, their meetings usually went peacefully and pleasantly. I left for the restroom, and when I came back, my son and Nikolay were long gone.
Luckily, cameras managed to capture Dybowski leading my son through the rear exit of the game room and driving off. Attached are the gifs of that moment [saved as videos, Twitter is weird], so that Twitter doesn't deboost outside links.
Immediately, I rushed to call Nikolay. He didn't pick up, but answered by text. The exchange looks like a kidnapping movie negotiation. Dybowski called me insane and mentally challenged.
As we found out later, he told our son that I'm admitted to the mental facility, and Nikolay saved him and was taking him to "a new mom". Yuri didn't understand what was happening, but wasn't untrusting of his father. [I'm assuming she means the kid took his fathers word]
Despite our falling apart, I never instigated animosity for his father in Yuri. Nikolay used this trust to lead confused Yuri somewhere where we won't find him. To the "new mom" in question, his mistress, Anna Basner.
Believe it or not, but the demand not to introduce our new partners as "new dad/mom" was in that civic agreement draft. The joke writes itself.
Now we know that on the day of the kidnapping, Anna was in that cafe and helped pick a good moment [to run]. On the next day, we met here on a tran station, obediently running after Dybowski with his docs. Seems like they planned this together.
This summer Anna sent me a bizarre letter, implying that Dybowski might kidnap my son if I don't comply and won't return to Moscow. Unfortunately, at that point we didn't pay mind to this threat.
After the kidnapping my mother thought to try to reason with her. During their conversation Basner outright made fun of Yuri's grandmother: wrote that this is horrible, and she doesn't know where Dubowski is. All this time she was right beside him and my son.
While Anna was lying to my mom, Nikolay arranged a meeting in Simpheropol. On condition: to hand the phone to him for the duration. He gave the phone over to Yuri two times, and both times dropped the call when Yuri said "I'll be back soon"
I didn't take Dybowski's shady deal to meet him in Simpheropol with no support or ability to call for help. Me and my dad rushed to the train station [I don't know why train station specifically] to call Moscow child protective services. They answered a lot quicker than crimean.
[Apologies for interrupting the story, but what a fucking CUNT. "Take Yuri by force", motherfucker you're on video stealing the kid, what are you talking about.]
On the train station, by sheer luck, we met our "Bonnie and Clyde" with Yuri. They were planning on boarding the train and taking the child. No meeting in Simpheropol were actually planned. That was a distraction to covertly take Yuri away.
Ironically, in may Nikolay sent me his draft of "mutually agreed resolution". He himself demanded that no parent speak ill of another in front of our son. But, apparently, what is permissible to Jupiter, is not permissible to bull.
I ran to my son immediately. No sooner had I hugged him, than Dybowski struck me over the head and shoved me to the ground. My dad ran to shield me with his body, for which he immediately was hit twice in the head.
After this, my dad ended up in a hospital with a concussion, which threatens serious complications. And what was Basner doing during all of this? Couldn't believe the coincidence: same station, same train.
She was smoking, reaching up to puff smoke into my dads face, and asking him: "Who helped you find us? God doesn't help people like you"
I guess in her worldview - God helps those who kidnap other peoples children.
It took four people to drag Dubowski from us. In the end I managed to hide in the gatehouse with my child. Called the police, but the policemen didn't think of anything better than to suggest I spend the night with my son and Dubowski in the same hotel room.
Being in the same room with a person who just assaulted me and my dad in front of our kids. He wouldn't let us leave, so I agreed to him accompanying us, counting on dropping him off somewhere.
So, we are on the move. Yuri is asleep in the booster seat. My dad is driving. Dybowski is sitting between me and my son, clinging to the child and at the same time continuing to threaten my dad. I'm trying to figure out what to do next.
I offer Dybowski to settle on his terms, anything if he won't take the son. It dawns on me that I won't leave the apartment alive. He was in such a feral state that I was certain - if we are left one-on-one, he will beat me, or even kill.
Driving up to the hoter, and here's where the nailbiting thriller starts again. I exit the car, letting Dybowski go ahead. As soon as he takes a step from the car, I jump back inside and scream at my dad to floor it.
Dybowski is hanging on the door of the car, and opens it on the fly. He grips the handle so tight that it almost breaks off. Nikolay ran after us while we were picking up speed, but fell.
This moment is recurring in my nightmares for a month now. Although, in them, he actually manages to get to us. After this, any semblance of trust I've had left in me completely disappeared.
He almost instigated a crash, just to get to Yuri.
Does Dybowski even love his son, or does he just desire to own him? What is this love, that makes a man beat a childs mom in front of his eyes, plans to take him to another woman and lies to him that his mom is admitted to a mental facility?
This thread almost seems endless. Thank you to everyone who read it up to the end. I would be most thankful for likes and retweets" [Kindly direct them to Renata herself, if possible. The original thread is quoted in the first post. This is just a translation.]
What a nightmare of a story. And, at the moment of translation, it's been a month since it was made public, and no comments have been made by any @IcePickLodge employees nor the studio itself.
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Принёс интересное из тиктока:
Древнеегипетский лист учёта с работы, с пояснениями, по какой причине человек не был на работе в этот день.
Shoutout моим чювакам:
Савадийту, пропустившему 16й день 4го месяца весны потому что у его дочери были месячные (такого там хватает, кстати, видимо обычная практика) и
8й день 2го месяца зимы по причине "Варил пиво"
Накхмину, который съебался с работы на 7 и 8 дни 2го месяца зимы потому что ему надо было отнести камень писцу, а затем ещё на два 27 и 28, потому что был с писцом.
По итогам прайда, как стопроцентно (ну может чуть меньше) гетеросексуальный участник хочу сказать что это охуенно весёлое мероприятие, по атмосфере мало чем отличающееся от любого другого массового фестиваля.
Что там было:
- Бумерская музыка, плавно переходящая в зумерский фонк-поп
- Наиболее аутичная атмосфера из всех мероприятий на которых я когда-либо был (часа полтора НИЧЕГО не происходило, все просто ловили взгляды и улыбались друг другу)
- Несколько растерянных от внезапного внимания гейских пар (они очень мило выглядели и все хотели с ними сфоткаться)
- Гиперактивный мужик в плаще, которому явно нравилось бегать с флагами (я видел его бегающим с тремя типами флагов)
Сайт продолжает разваливаться. А помните, либертахи наперебой рассказывали, как зацветёт это прогнившее левое болото, когда за него возьмётся настоящий предприниматель?
Неужели оказалось что прогнившее левое болото и ранее было for-profit организацией, и все принятые решения были приняты не просто так?
Блин, кто бы мог подумать что попытки влететь с ноги в стабильно работающую компанию, переворошить всю систему сверху донизу(буквально ничего не понимая в архитектуре и нюансах управления) приведут к печальным последствиям?
Наверное вот эта вышеупомянутое ебанатство - это неминуемое последствие резкой политизации человека.
Просто кто-то эту стадию проходит в подростковом возрасте, кто-то, как я, лет в двадцать, а кто-то может годами работать на Первом Канале, и только к тридцати с чем-то вдруг обнаруживает для себя этот аспект жизни.
В смысле, то что пишет Овсянникова - это очень тупо.
Но представьте на минуту, что вам семнадцать, и про политику вы узнали год назад. Вот, она где-то на том же уровне.
За какой, за тот где размах рук даёт тебе колоссальное преимущество?
Ну то есть, если мы за честный спорт, то давайте мёржить мужские и женские лиги, и брекеты организовывать по объективным критериям, релевантным спорту. Вышеупомянутый размах в плавании, длина ног в беге. Как в боксе по весу раскидывают, например.