I fully expect Mikhail Prokhorov to be the subject of a 15,000 word Vanity Fair exposé at some point down the line. Until then, we’ll have to settle for little nuggets like the ones put forth in this fact-finding article.â†µ
Prokhorov put his money in an investment vehicle that would only have thrived in the late 80’s: an acid-washed jeans company. […]â†µ
This wasn’t going to be a storybook wedding, though; Prokhorov was allegedly marrying the woman only to divorce her one week later. Why would he act so erratically? To win a childhood bet. According to the Russian press, Prokhorov had made a bet with a childhood friend … that he would be married before his 42nd birthday.â†µ
And anyone who inspires this sentence is a winner in my book:â†µ
When the cops ascertained that none of the women were actually professional call girls or prostitutes, they released everyone without filing charges.â†µ
He’s also between 6’7 and 6’9 depending on who you ask, and apparently “loves kickboxing.” Are we sure this is all really happening?