Prior to his arrest over the weekend, the founder of Telegram disclosed that he has over 100 biological children spread over the globe.
The creator of the well-known messaging app, Pavel Durov, was placed under arrest in France as a part of a continuing legal probe.
Due to his extensive work in the social media industry, Durov—who has been living in exile in Russia since 2014—has sometimes been compared to be the Russian equivalent of Mark Zuckerberg.
In addition to frequently traveling throughout Asia, the Middle East, and Europe, Durov has been running Telegram out of Dubai for the past few years.
But the 39-year-old was taken into custody on Saturday on suspicion of not moderating enough on Telegram.
Emmanuel Macron, the president of France, declared on Monday that the arrest was “in no way a political decision.”
“The arrest of the Telegram president on French territory took place as part of an ongoing judicial investigation,” Macron posted via Twitter.
“This is not a political choice in the slightest. The judges will make the final decision.”
Since then, French authorities have made the case public, claiming that the investigation and the arrest that followed were connected to a probe into purported financial and cybercrimes on Telegram.
“It is absurd to claim that a platform or its owner are responsible for abuse of that platform,” the Telegram app stated in a message sent after the arrest. “We’re awaiting a prompt resolution of this situation.”
Durov claimed to have over 100 children in a post on Telegram last month, making quite the statement.
He posted: “I was just told that I have over 100 biological kids.”My friend came to me fifteen years ago with an unusual request. He explained that he and his spouse were unable to conceive and wanted me to provide sperm to a clinic so they might become parents.”
Tech mogul went on: “The clinic’s manager informed me that there was a shortage of “high quality donor material” and that it was my civic responsibility to contribute more sperm in order to aid more couples in secret. In 2024, my previous charitable endeavors have aided more than a hundred couples across twelve nations in becoming parents.”Furthermore, at least one IVF facility still keeps my frozen sperm available for people looking to conceive surreptitiously, even though I ceased being a donor many years ago.”
The computer expert continued by saying that he intends to make his DNA “open-source” in order to facilitate easier communication between his biological offspring.
With an estimated billion users, Telegram is an encrypted chat and social media app. The app has a reputation for being especially well-liked in regions of the world with higher levels of censorship or surveillance.
My Husband Gifted Me Money for Breast Implants and a Nasty Note for My Birthday—I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson
Nikkie thought she had the perfect marriage until her husband, Jack, gave her a cruel birthday gift that shattered her self-esteem. Jack’s obsession with perfection pushed Nikkie to devise a clever plan to reclaim her worth and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
I’ve been married to Jack for over a year, but we’ve been together for six. Initially, it felt like a fairy tale. Jack was my best friend, my confidant, and the love of my life. Our relationship was filled with laughter, late-night talks, and a bond that felt unbreakable.
If someone had told me a year ago that my prince charming would turn into a superficial stranger, I would have laughed it off. But here I am, on the brink of unraveling a story that broke me to pieces.
It began six months ago when Jack’s innocent trip to the gym spiraled into an obsession that shattered my self-esteem and brought our once-perfect world crashing down.
It started subtly. Jack would scroll through Instagram, showing me pictures of fitness models with the “perfect” 90-60-90 figures. “Look at her, Nikkie,” he’d say. “Isn’t she stunning? Imagine if you had a body like that.”
I laughed it off at first, thinking it was just harmless admiration. But the comments kept coming. “You’d look amazing with a little more up top,” Jack said one evening. “Have you ever thought about getting breast implants?”
Each remark felt like a tiny dagger. I started to see myself through Jack’s eyes, and it wasn’t pretty. My confidence dwindled to nothing.
But the last straw came on my birthday a month ago. The day started with excitement. Jack woke me up with a bouquet of flowers and handed me an envelope. Expecting a heartfelt letter or a romantic gesture, I tore it open, only to find a stack of cash and a note: “Time to upgrade those mosquito bites.”
My jaw dropped. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my stomach churning with disbelief and fury. Jack was beaming, expecting gratitude.
“Do you like it?” he asked, eager and oblivious.
“You want me to get… breast implants?” I managed to ask.
He nodded, missing the storm brewing inside me. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You’d look amazing with a little enhancement.”
I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile. “Thank you, Jack,” I said, my voice steady. “This is… unexpected.”
Over the next few days, I played the part of the grateful wife perfectly. “I called the clinic today,” I’d tell him casually over dinner. Jack’s eyes would light up every time, not noticing the underlying steel in my voice.
Meanwhile, I was formulating my plan. Instead of booking a plastic surgeon, I used the money for a complete medical check-up. I deserved to know I was healthy, inside and out, regardless of Jack’s superficial standards.
With the rest of the money, I invested in myself. I joined a gym to feel strong and confident again. I didn’t tell Jack about my newfound routine. I woke up early, hit the gym, and returned home before he noticed.
One evening, as I was getting ready for bed, Jack caught me off guard. “You seem different lately,” he remarked. “I can’t wait to see the final result.”
“You’ll see soon enough,” I replied, smiling to myself.
On the morning of my supposed surgery, I left the house with a bright smile. “Wish me luck,” I said, giving Jack a kiss. He hugged me tightly, whispering, “You’re going to look incredible. This is going to change everything.”
“You’re right,” I said, a steely edge to my voice.
Instead of heading to a clinic, I pampered myself at a luxurious spa. Meanwhile, I had arranged for a locksmith to change the locks on our house.
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