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What happened to me
5 years ago
Hello all, its artist Arhaeva (or Doberman Moralist, if you wish). I think you already noticed that something really wrong has been happening to me and my page, and I am very sorry that I wasn’t honest with you. There is something that I need to tell you, this is very serious, and I ask you to trust me… at least one last time. The reason why I want to open this fresh wound once more because my life is on the verge of fully falling apart. Please understand that I am Russian and I haven’t documented all of the violence that happened, so I asked my friends to support my claims and everything here.
Now, to what happened.
Once I met a person, it all started like usual – flowers and dates, compliments and promises. In other words, it felt like nothing bad was going to happen. After some time, we decided to live together, began to jointly develop my artwork, while he was acting like a PR manager.
As he told me, he had a depression, because of which it was difficult for him to freelance (he was a programmer), and how he needed to undergo a course of treatment, after which he will start earning all on his own. But as a result I was the only one who worked, drawing 24/7, and over time he stopped playing any role in the development at all.
And then… at some point, everything went downhill. Since he was "promoting" the arts, he had all the passwords for the pages that belonged to me, he slowly started changing them up to his own likings, form “Achey” (my old name), to “Achey and Doberman” right until fully cropping my name out to “Doberman Moralist”. Things got grim. He wasn’t letting me to communicate with friends, constantly watching my every step. When I said something against his wishes, he would start ranting about "you are hiding something from me" and "you have a new boyfriend", ending this with the use of force. He exposed everything in such a way that I was the one to blame for everything, since I made him “suffer” with my "lies".
I stayed with him in a complete vacuum. He cornered me against friends and parents, writing nasty things on my behalf, and in response to this I could not do anything, since he beat me for any "disobedience". It was not possible to ask anyone for help, he controlled my every step and watched every text I made. His beatings began to turn into torture, in which he wanted to "get" the lies out of me. For example, when I did not remember how long I liked the boy in 2nd grade, he beat me and forced me to cut myself. If I didn’t do what he wanted - he made it only hurt more.
Things were becoming even more interesting once money became the focus. He demanded earning more and more money otherwise he would feel bad and kill himself (going back to his so-called depression). To get more money from FA, he impersonated me while writing stories about an "artist suffering from depression that got kicked out of his house by a cruel angry mother who tried to kill him, making his life very sad". He took away all of the money, I couldn't even buy clothes. And if I spend on more than allowed or wouldn't remember what I bought at the store - beatings and more accusations of infidelity. Sometimes it came to him knocking his knuckles down on me.
With time I took matters into my own hands: better escape somewhere than continue living in such conditions. An opportune moment came - he fell asleep in a different room. Everything happened close to nighttime, I quickly packed my belongings, rented a one-night flat beforehand and called a taxi.
The true problems appeared the next day - he tried to bring me back, texting how much he loves me, while promising his friends how he would beat me again behind my back. When he realized I won't be returning he started planning to kill and deface me. First he tried locating me, hacking into my phone, tracking my location, where I withdrew money. When that didn't work, he changed the password to my FA account, since it was tied to his e-mail address. After cutting off my access to it, he went on to write
information about how he stopped drawing, urging commissioners to request refunds. When I warned others that my page was hacked and I had no access to it, they started posting it on the page, which prompted him to delete it, cutting off my way to make money and get in touch with my commissioners. This lead to countless refund requests.
Now, to provide myself with safety, I have to get out of the city, but with my current income problems and a negative balance on my account I cannot reach the required sum. I understand that I'm asking a lot, asking to believe me, but my abilities are limited and I don't have a better solution. My family is unable to provide full support at the moment, which is why I'm asking for help, if you are able to.
Additional.
I still feel myself… Lost. Everything that I had suddenly fell out of my hands, he took everything from me – my vk group, my FA page and I had to do so much just to save myself. There is more to come, and it makes me fear and feel that I am too weak for this, that I should have just… let it be. My thoughts are swarmed with different scenarios; I even think about suicide. I can’t even sleep, knowing that I am still not safe. Hell, I even asked my newly made friend to help me with this text. Overall… Thank you for listening to me
I posted this also here(https://twitter.com/Arhaeva/status/.....36316507574273), if you want you can retweet
If you want to donate:
shezno[at]icloud.com - If you want to help me with my negative balance. (please, send money in USD)
BUT! If you want to help me with moving out of the city, ask me personally about paypal
Please note that the last PayPal belongs to my friend, mark your donations somehow so she wont be confused
Now, to what happened.
Once I met a person, it all started like usual – flowers and dates, compliments and promises. In other words, it felt like nothing bad was going to happen. After some time, we decided to live together, began to jointly develop my artwork, while he was acting like a PR manager.
As he told me, he had a depression, because of which it was difficult for him to freelance (he was a programmer), and how he needed to undergo a course of treatment, after which he will start earning all on his own. But as a result I was the only one who worked, drawing 24/7, and over time he stopped playing any role in the development at all.
And then… at some point, everything went downhill. Since he was "promoting" the arts, he had all the passwords for the pages that belonged to me, he slowly started changing them up to his own likings, form “Achey” (my old name), to “Achey and Doberman” right until fully cropping my name out to “Doberman Moralist”. Things got grim. He wasn’t letting me to communicate with friends, constantly watching my every step. When I said something against his wishes, he would start ranting about "you are hiding something from me" and "you have a new boyfriend", ending this with the use of force. He exposed everything in such a way that I was the one to blame for everything, since I made him “suffer” with my "lies".
I stayed with him in a complete vacuum. He cornered me against friends and parents, writing nasty things on my behalf, and in response to this I could not do anything, since he beat me for any "disobedience". It was not possible to ask anyone for help, he controlled my every step and watched every text I made. His beatings began to turn into torture, in which he wanted to "get" the lies out of me. For example, when I did not remember how long I liked the boy in 2nd grade, he beat me and forced me to cut myself. If I didn’t do what he wanted - he made it only hurt more.
Things were becoming even more interesting once money became the focus. He demanded earning more and more money otherwise he would feel bad and kill himself (going back to his so-called depression). To get more money from FA, he impersonated me while writing stories about an "artist suffering from depression that got kicked out of his house by a cruel angry mother who tried to kill him, making his life very sad". He took away all of the money, I couldn't even buy clothes. And if I spend on more than allowed or wouldn't remember what I bought at the store - beatings and more accusations of infidelity. Sometimes it came to him knocking his knuckles down on me.
With time I took matters into my own hands: better escape somewhere than continue living in such conditions. An opportune moment came - he fell asleep in a different room. Everything happened close to nighttime, I quickly packed my belongings, rented a one-night flat beforehand and called a taxi.
The true problems appeared the next day - he tried to bring me back, texting how much he loves me, while promising his friends how he would beat me again behind my back. When he realized I won't be returning he started planning to kill and deface me. First he tried locating me, hacking into my phone, tracking my location, where I withdrew money. When that didn't work, he changed the password to my FA account, since it was tied to his e-mail address. After cutting off my access to it, he went on to write
information about how he stopped drawing, urging commissioners to request refunds. When I warned others that my page was hacked and I had no access to it, they started posting it on the page, which prompted him to delete it, cutting off my way to make money and get in touch with my commissioners. This lead to countless refund requests.
Now, to provide myself with safety, I have to get out of the city, but with my current income problems and a negative balance on my account I cannot reach the required sum. I understand that I'm asking a lot, asking to believe me, but my abilities are limited and I don't have a better solution. My family is unable to provide full support at the moment, which is why I'm asking for help, if you are able to.
Additional.
I still feel myself… Lost. Everything that I had suddenly fell out of my hands, he took everything from me – my vk group, my FA page and I had to do so much just to save myself. There is more to come, and it makes me fear and feel that I am too weak for this, that I should have just… let it be. My thoughts are swarmed with different scenarios; I even think about suicide. I can’t even sleep, knowing that I am still not safe. Hell, I even asked my newly made friend to help me with this text. Overall… Thank you for listening to me
I posted this also here(https://twitter.com/Arhaeva/status/.....36316507574273), if you want you can retweet
If you want to donate:
shezno[at]icloud.com - If you want to help me with my negative balance. (please, send money in USD)
BUT! If you want to help me with moving out of the city, ask me personally about paypal
Please note that the last PayPal belongs to my friend, mark your donations somehow so she wont be confused
My acquaintance with her did not begin in the most pleasant way - then she was completely under the control of Doberman. This man was terrible, he insulted absolutely everything and everyone, he liked to use such things in his "jokes", which I am not even pleased to repeat (racist, sexist, much more, he even called all women b*tches and wh*res, so it’s not a surprise that he is an abuser). But at the same time, in his group, he talked about how hurt and diligent he was. For a long time he spoiled the blood of me and other artists, considering himself right, but we were lucky to forget about him and his childish attitude.
Until two years later Archaea herself wrote to me. I was very surprised that it was she who decided to write to me and listened to her story. At first, I didn't really believe her - the Doberman could have still control her or just be playing with me, however, seeing the evidence (which I will not show due to the fact that it is VERY personal) and how the person lost two whole communities on which he worked (VK – 1000 members and FA – 4000 watchers), her huge minus on the bank account (because of the returns, which Doberman lied about), I just could not pass by. We worked together to give her at least a little faith in the future. Right now, after finishing these texts I will be helping her to choose a new city to live in. In an instant she lost everything she had, even though she had not much, so please, if you have a kind heart, don’t bring more pain into her life. Supportive words can make her day better.
(copypasting this from Twitter because we are both tired and stressed)
Your a really good person, its obvious and this is short but i just dont know what to say and you've done good helping.
All I can do is give a little donation to help out. I wish I could do more for you xo
i don't have a paypal account... but i'm gonna put a link to your page via journal, best help i can do
you definitely aren't weak.
I trust your friend will do all they can for you, wish i could at the moment too
When the time comes I would recommend abandoning the 'DobermanMoralist' nickname and open a 'Arhaeva' account. Let you be you here.
I'm so sorry to hear about all of this.
I honestly wish a better life for you going forwards, free of such terrible, terrible people.
I'm just a relatively new fan of your art here, but I always hope for the best life I can for the person behind the artwork.
It might not get better as soon as you'd like, But it will get better!~ Especially if you don't give up and keep trying!~
Artists from Russia and one of the large communities to help artists gave her great support. Everyone went to meet her and tried to help. But as these people said, she did not fulfill the promises she was talking about. Like many, we only assume that after the violence she experienced, she needs the help of a psychotherapist. Perhaps this is what happened and that she is now like a fraudster.