I left everything. For truth. For freedom. For this.
Once, I had a thriving fashion atelier in the heart of Moscow,
a home hidden in the woods with a private pool, gym, silence, and beauty.
I built a life of art, independence, and creation.
When Russia invaded Ukraine, I couldn’t stay silent.
There is Jewish, Ukrainian, and Crimean Tatar blood in me.
My family is from Odesa and Crimea.
This war wasn’t just political; it was personal.
Russia has spent generations erasing people like me.
Speaking out meant risking prison — or worse.
So I did what most wouldn’t dare:
I left.
I left comfort, success, everything I owned —
and crossed continents with four dogs, one suitcase, and a fire that wouldn’t die.
I slept in my car.
I lived on nothing.
And still — I created.
Today, I stand in Beverly Hills.
I design. I build. I transform.
I sew lawless clothes by hand.
I sculpt beauty in my studio.
I make things no one else dares to make.
I lost everything, but I regret nothing.
Because I believe in democracy.
I believe in human rights.
I believe in what America makes possible for those who refuse to give up.
I’m not waiting to build my American dream — I’m already building it.
This isn’t fashion; this is defiance.
This is resurrection.
This is BelLacherta.
And it’s only the beginning.