Sergei Vladilenovich Kiriyenko (born 1962) is a high-ranking official in the Administration of the President of the Russian Federation. During his time in the echelons of power, he was the Chairman of the Government of the Russian Federation, a deputy of the State Duma, and chairman of the State Commission on Chemical Disarmament. Today he works as first deputy head of the Kremlin administration. Winner of government awards, including the title of Hero of Russia. He was awarded the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, IV degree, the Order of Honor, and orders of the Russian Orthodox Church.
Biography
Today, the biography of Sergei Kiriyenko is connected with Moscow and work in the Administration of the President of the Russian Federation. He was born in the large administrative center of Abkhazia, the city of Sukhumi. According to unconfirmed facts, his parents met in their youth. When we became adults, we decided to register our relationship. The family was exemplary. Both parents had successful careers.
Interesting! It is difficult to judge the nationality of Sergei Vladilenovich, because his father was Jewish and his mother was Ukrainian.
My father graduated from Moscow State University, defended his dissertation, and received his doctorate. At various times until 1995, Vladilen Yakovlevich Izraitel headed the departments of the Nizhny Novgorod (Gorky) Institute of Water Transport Engineers. He was an expert in the foundations of scientific communism, political science, philosophy, humanities and social sciences. Died in 1995.
Larisa Vasilievna Kiriyenko graduated from the Odessa Economic Institute. In the early 70s, the couple mutually decided to divorce. His mother took Sergei to Sochi, where she transferred him to her last name. Here Sergei graduated from school, but decided not to stay in the resort town. He went to Gorky to visit his father to get an education as a water transport engineer.
In 1984, he received a specialist diploma and, following the example of his father, joined the Communist Party of the USSR. Vladilen Yakovlevich at that time headed the ideological commission of the Gorky Regional Party Committee. Sergei Vladilenovich still keeps his party card.
After graduating from college, he immediately goes into the army. The service took place in one of the military units of Nikolaev (southern Ukraine). In 1986, he returned home and got a job as a foreman at the Sormovo shipbuilding plant. In the same year he was elected secretary of the Komsomol factory committee. After some time, Sergei Kiriyenko becomes secretary of the Gorky Regional Committee of the Komsomol. In 1990, he successfully ran for the Regional Council of People's Deputies. Experience in these structures helped the young politician arrange a future career.
Sergei Kiriyenko with friends and associates Irina Khakamada and Boris Nemtsov
An excerpt characterizing Kiriyenko, Sergei Vladilenovich
Between the guns, at a height, the chief of the rearguard, a general, and a retinue officer stood in front, examining the terrain through a telescope. Somewhat behind, Nesvitsky, sent from the commander-in-chief to the rearguard, sat on the trunk of a gun. The Cossack accompanying Nesvitsky handed over a handbag and a flask, and Nesvitsky treated the officers to pies and real doppelkümel. The officers joyfully surrounded him, some on their knees, some sitting cross-legged on the wet grass. - Yes, this Austrian prince was not a fool to build a castle here. Nice place. Why don't you eat, gentlemen? - Nesvitsky said. “I humbly thank you, prince,” answered one of the officers, enjoying talking with such an important staff official. - Beautiful place. We walked past the park itself, saw two deer, and what a wonderful house! “Look, prince,” said the other, who really wanted to take another pie, but was ashamed, and who therefore pretended that he was looking around the area, “look, our infantry have already climbed there.” Over there, in the meadow outside the village, three people are dragging something. “They will break through this palace,” he said with visible approval. “Both,” said Nesvitsky. “No, but what I would like,” he added, chewing the pie in his beautiful, moist mouth, “is to climb up there.” He pointed to a monastery with towers visible on the mountain. He smiled, his eyes narrowed and lit up. - But that would be good, gentlemen! The officers laughed. - At least scare these nuns. Italians, they say, are young. Really, I would give five years of my life! “They’re bored,” said the bolder officer, laughing. Meanwhile, the retinue officer standing in front was pointing something out to the general; the general looked through the telescope. “Well, so it is, so it is,” the general said angrily, lowering the receiver from his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, “and so it is, they will attack the crossing.” And why are they hanging around there? On the other side, the enemy and his battery were visible to the naked eye, from which milky white smoke appeared. Following the smoke, a distant shot was heard, and it was clear how our troops hurried to the crossing. Nesvitsky, puffing, stood up and, smiling, approached the general. - Would your Excellency like to have a snack? - he said. “It’s not good,” said the general, without answering him, “our people hesitated.” – Shouldn’t we go, Your Excellency? - said Nesvitsky. “Yes, please go,” said the general, repeating what had already been ordered in detail, “and tell the hussars to be the last to cross and light the bridge, as I ordered, and to inspect the flammable materials on the bridge.” “Very good,” answered Nesvitsky. He called to the Cossack with the horse, ordered him to remove his purse and flask, and easily threw his heavy body onto the saddle. “Really, I’ll go see the nuns,” he said to the officers, who looked at him with a smile, and drove along the winding path down the mountain. - Come on, where will it go, captain, stop it! - said the general, turning to the artilleryman. - Have fun with boredom. - Servant to the guns! - the officer commanded. And a minute later the artillerymen ran out cheerfully from the fires and loaded. - First! - a command was heard. Number 1 bounced smartly. The gun rang metallic, deafening, and a grenade flew whistling over the heads of all our people under the mountain and, not reaching the enemy, showed with smoke the place of its fall and burst. The faces of the soldiers and officers brightened at this sound; everyone got up and began observing the clearly visible movements of our troops below and in front of the movements of the approaching enemy. At that very moment the sun completely came out from behind the clouds, and this beautiful sound of a single shot and the shine of the bright sun merged into one cheerful and cheerful impression. Two enemy cannonballs had already flown over the bridge, and there was a crush on the bridge. In the middle of the bridge, having dismounted from his horse, pressed with his thick body against the railing, stood Prince Nesvitsky. He, laughing, looked back at his Cossack, who, with two horses in the lead, stood a few steps behind him. As soon as Prince Nesvitsky wanted to move forward, the soldiers and carts again pressed on him and again pressed him against the railing, and he had no choice but to smile. - What are you, my brother! - the Cossack said to the Furshtat soldier with the cart, who was pressing on the infantry crowded with the very wheels and horses, - what are you! No, to wait: you see, the general has to pass. But furshtat, not paying attention to the name of the general, shouted at the soldiers blocking his way: “Hey!” fellow countrymen! keep left, wait! “But the fellow countrymen, crowding shoulder to shoulder, clinging with bayonets and without interruption, moved along the bridge in one continuous mass. Looking down over the railing, Prince Nesvitsky saw the fast, noisy, low waves of Ens, which, merging, rippling and bending around the bridge piles, overtook one another. Looking at the bridge, he saw equally monotonous living waves of soldiers, coats, shakos with covers, backpacks, bayonets, long guns and, from under the shakos, faces with wide cheekbones, sunken cheeks and carefree tired expressions, and moving legs along the sticky mud dragged onto the boards of the bridge . Sometimes, between the monotonous waves of soldiers, like a splash of white foam in the waves of Ens, an officer in a raincoat, with his own physiognomy different from the soldiers, squeezed between the soldiers; sometimes, like a chip winding through a river, a foot hussar, an orderly or a resident was carried across the bridge by waves of infantry; sometimes, like a log floating along the river, surrounded on all sides, a company or officer's cart, piled to the top and covered with leather, floated across the bridge. “Look, they’ve burst like a dam,” the Cossack said, stopping hopelessly. -Are there many of you still there? – Melion without one! - a cheerful soldier walking nearby in a torn overcoat said winking and disappeared; another, old soldier walked behind him. “When he (he is the enemy) begins to fry the taperich on the bridge,” the old soldier said gloomily, turning to his comrade, “you will forget to itch.” And the soldier passed by. Behind him another soldier rode on a cart. “Where the hell did you stuff the tucks?” - said the orderly, running after the cart and rummaging in the back. And this one came with a cart. This was followed by cheerful and apparently drunk soldiers. “How can he, dear man, blaze with the butt right in the teeth…” one soldier in an overcoat tucked high said joyfully, waving his hand widely. - This is it, sweet ham is that. - answered the other with laughter. And they passed, so Nesvitsky did not know who was hit in the teeth and what the ham was. “They’re in such a hurry that he let out a cold one, so you think they’ll kill everyone.” - the non-commissioned officer said angrily and reproachfully. “As soon as it flies past me, uncle, that cannonball,” said the young soldier, barely restraining laughter, with a huge mouth, “I froze.” Really, by God, I was so scared, it’s a disaster! - said this soldier, as if boasting that he was scared. And this one passed. Following him was a carriage, unlike any that had passed so far. It was a German steam-powered forshpan, loaded, it seemed, with a whole house; tied behind the forshpan that the German was carrying was a beautiful, motley cow with a huge udder. On the feather beds sat a woman with a baby, an old woman and a young, purple-red, healthy German girl. Apparently, these evicted residents were allowed through with special permission. The eyes of all the soldiers turned to the women, and while the cart passed, moving step by step, all the soldiers' comments related only to two women. Almost the same smile of lewd thoughts about this woman was on all their faces. - Look, the sausage is also removed! “Sell mother,” another soldier said, stressing the last syllable, turning to the German, who, with his eyes downcast, walked angrily and fearfully with wide steps. - How did you clean up? Damn it! “If only you could stand with them, Fedotov.” - You saw it, brother! - Where are you going? - asked the infantry officer who was eating an apple, also half-smiling and looking at the beautiful girl. The German, closing his eyes, showed that he did not understand. “If you want, take it for yourself,” the officer said, handing the girl an apple. The girl smiled and took it. Nesvitsky, like everyone else on the bridge, did not take his eyes off the women until they passed. When they passed, the same soldiers walked again, with the same conversations, and finally everyone stopped. As often happens, at the exit of the bridge the horses in the company cart hesitated, and the entire crowd had to wait. - And what do they become? There is no order! - said the soldiers. -Where are you going? Damn! There's no need to wait. Even worse, he will set the bridge on fire. “Look, the officer was locked in too,” the stopped crowds said from different sides, looking at each other, and still huddled forward towards the exit. Looking under the bridge at the waters of Ens, Nesvitsky suddenly heard a sound that was still new to him, quickly approaching... something big and something plopping into the water. - Look where it's going! – the soldier standing close said sternly, looking back at the sound. “He’s encouraging them to pass quickly,” said another restlessly. The crowd moved again. Nesvitsky realized that it was the core. - Hey, Cossack, give me the horse! - he said. - Well you! stay away! step aside! way! With great effort he reached the horse. Still screaming, he moved forward. The soldiers squeezed to give him way, but again they pressed on him again so that they crushed his leg, and those closest were not to blame, because they were pressed even harder. - Nesvitsky! Nesvitsky! You, madam! – a hoarse voice was heard from behind. Nesvitsky looked around and saw, fifteen paces away, separated from him by a living mass of moving infantry, red, black, shaggy, with a cap on the back of his head and a brave mantle draped over his shoulder, Vaska Denisov. “Tell them, the devils, to give the dog,” he shouted. Denisov, apparently in a fit of ardor, shining and moving his coal-black eyes with inflamed whites and waving his unsheathed saber, which he held with a bare little hand as red as his face. - Eh! Vasya! – Nesvitsky answered joyfully. - What are you talking about? “Eskadg’on can’t leave,” shouted Vaska Denisov, angrily opening his white teeth, spurring his beautiful black, bloody Bedouin, who, blinking his ears from the bayonets he bumped into, snorting, spraying foam from the mouthpiece around him, ringing, he beat his hooves on the boards of the bridge and seemed ready to jump over the railings of the bridge if the rider would allow him. - What is this? like bugs! exactly the same as the bugs! Pg'och... give the dog!... Stay there! you're a cart, why not! I'll kill you with a saber! - he shouted, actually taking out his saber and starting to wave it. The soldiers with frightened faces pressed against each other, and Denisov joined Nesvitsky. - Why aren’t you drunk today? – Nesvitsky said to Denisov when he drove up to him. “And they won’t let you get drunk!” - answered Vaska Denisov. “They drag the regiment here and there all day long.” Dg'atsya - so dg'atsya. Otherwise he doesn’t know what it is! - What a dandy you are today! – Nesvitsky said, looking at his new mantle and saddle pad. Denisov smiled, took out a handkerchief from his bag, which smelled of perfume, and stuck it in Nesvitsky’s nose. - I can’t, I’m going to work! I washed myself, brushed my teeth and put on perfume. The dignified figure of Nesvitsky, accompanied by a Cossack, and the determination of Denisov, waving his saber and shouting desperately, had such an effect that they squeezed onto the other side of the bridge and stopped the infantry. Nesvitsky found a colonel at the exit, to whom he needed to convey the order, and, having fulfilled his instructions, went back. Having cleared the road, Denisov stopped at the entrance to the bridge. Casually holding back the stallion rushing towards his own and kicking, he looked at the squadron moving towards him. Transparent sounds of hooves were heard along the boards of the bridge, as if several horses were galloping, and the squadron, with officers in front, four in a row, stretched out along the bridge and began to emerge on the other side. The stopped infantry soldiers, crowding in the trampled mud near the bridge, looked at the clean, dapper hussars marching orderly past them with that special unfriendly feeling of alienation and ridicule with which various branches of the army are usually encountered. - Smart guys! If only it were on Podnovinskoye! - What good are they? They only drive for show! - said another. - Infantry, don't dust! - the hussar joked, under which the horse, playing, splashed mud at the infantryman. “If I had driven you through two marches with your backpack, the laces would have been worn out,” the infantryman said, wiping the dirt from his face with his sleeve; - otherwise it’s not a person, but a bird sitting! “If only I could put you on a horse, Zikin, if you were agile,” the corporal joked about the thin soldier, bent over from the weight of his backpack. “Take the club between your legs, and you’ll have a horse,” responded the hussar. The rest of the infantry hurried across the bridge, forming a funnel at the entrance. Finally, all the carts passed, the crush became less, and the last battalion entered the bridge. Only the hussars of Denisov's squadron remained on the other side of the bridge against the enemy. The enemy, visible in the distance from the opposite mountain, from below, from the bridge, was not yet visible, since from the hollow along which the river flowed, the horizon ended at the opposite elevation no more than half a mile away. Ahead there was a desert, along which here and there groups of our traveling Cossacks were moving. Suddenly, on the opposite hill of the road, troops in blue hoods and artillery appeared. These were the French. The Cossack patrol trotted away downhill. All the officers and men of Denisov’s squadron, although they tried to talk about outsiders and look around, did not stop thinking only about what was there on the mountain, and constantly peered at the spots on the horizon, which they recognized as enemy troops. The weather cleared again in the afternoon, the sun set brightly over the Danube and the dark mountains surrounding it. It was quiet, and from that mountain the sounds of horns and screams of the enemy could occasionally be heard. There was no one between the squadron and the enemies, except for small patrols. An empty space, three hundred fathoms, separated them from him. The enemy stopped shooting, and the more clearly one felt that strict, menacing, impregnable and elusive line that separates the two enemy troops. “One step beyond this line, reminiscent of the line separating the living from the dead, and - the unknown of suffering and death. And what's there? who's there? there, beyond this field, and the tree, and the roof illuminated by the sun? Nobody knows, and I want to know; and it’s scary to cross this line, and you want to cross it; and you know that sooner or later you will have to cross it and find out what is there on the other side of the line, just as it is inevitable to find out what is there on the other side of death. And he himself is strong, healthy, cheerful and irritated, and surrounded by such healthy and irritably animated people.” So, even if he doesn’t think, every person who is in sight of the enemy feels, and this feeling gives a special shine and joyful sharpness of impressions to everything that happens in these minutes. The smoke of a shot appeared on the enemy's hillock, and the cannonball, whistling, flew over the heads of the hussar squadron. The officers standing together went to their places. The hussars carefully began to straighten out their horses. Everything in the squadron fell silent. Everyone looked ahead at the enemy and at the squadron commander, waiting for a command. Another, third cannonball flew by. It is obvious that they were shooting at the hussars; but the cannonball, whistling evenly quickly, flew over the heads of the hussars and struck somewhere behind. The hussars did not look back, but at every sound of a flying cannonball, as if on command, the entire squadron with its monotonously varied faces, holding back its breath while the cannonball flew, rose in its stirrups and fell again. The soldiers, without turning their heads, glanced sideways at each other, curiously looking for the impression of their comrade. On every face, from Denisov to the bugler, one common feature of struggle, irritation and excitement appeared near the lips and chin. The sergeant frowned, looking around at the soldiers, as if threatening punishment. Junker Mironov bent down with each pass of the cannonball. Rostov, standing on the left flank on his leg-touched but visible Grachik, had the happy look of a student summoned before a large audience for an exam in which he was confident that he would excel. He looked clearly and brightly at everyone, as if asking them to pay attention to how calmly he stood under the cannonballs. But in his face, too, the same feature of something new and stern, against his will, appeared near his mouth. -Who is bowing there? Yunkeg' Mig'onov! Hexogosho, look at me! - Denisov shouted, unable to stand still and spinning on his horse in front of the squadron. The snub-nosed and black-haired face of Vaska Denisov and his entire small, beaten figure with his sinewy (with short fingers covered with hair) hand, in which he held the hilt of a drawn saber, was exactly the same as always, especially in the evening, after drinking two bottles. He was only more red than usual and, raising his shaggy head up, like birds when they drink, mercilessly pressing spurs into the sides of the good Bedouin with his small feet, he, as if falling backwards, galloped to the other flank of the squadron and shouted in a hoarse voice to be examined pistols. He drove up to Kirsten. The headquarters captain, on a wide and sedate mare, rode at a pace towards Denisov. The staff captain, with his long mustache, was serious, as always, only his eyes sparkled more than usual.
Work in the Government of the Russian Federation
While working in Nizhny Novgorod, Sergei Kiriyenko met and became friends with Boris Nemtsov. It was he who convinced the then current Prime Minister Viktor Chernomyrdin to take a businessman from the Volga region into his team. In 1997, Kiriyenko was appointed First Deputy Minister of Fuel and Energy.
In 1998, President of the Russian Federation B.N. Yeltsin sent V.F. Chernomyrdin resigns. Kiriyenko was offered to take his post on an acting basis. After agreement with the State Duma, Yeltsin signed an order appointing Sergei Kiriyenko as head of the Russian government. He had an important task to solve. The country's economy suffered significant losses. The possibility of devaluing the ruble was discussed from April to August 1998. On August 17, an official announcement of default was made. After 3 days, the Duma demanded the resignation of the Kiriyenko government.
Not only a successful politician, but also a businessman
Political career
Kiriyenko’s career began in 1986, at a shipbuilding plant in the Sormovo district of Nizhny Novgorod (“Krasnoye Sormovo”). Sergei Kiriyenko was hired as an ordinary foreman, and very soon, thanks to his organizational skills, the team of welders became leaders in production. He also led an active public life as secretary of the Komsomol factory committee. An intelligent, active, hardworking young man attracted the attention of his party colleagues and was soon appointed secretary of the Gorky Regional Committee of the Komsomol. Sergei Kiriyenko's election video (1999) At the age of 28, Sergei Kiriyenko was elected as a deputy to the Gorky Regional Council of People's Deputies. In 1991 he entered the Academy of National Economy under the President of the Russian Federation, from which he graduated in 1993 with a degree in finance and banking, becoming a highly qualified manager.
Kiriyenko worked with Boris Nemtsov. From 1992 to 1997, he was the general director of the AMK youth concern, chairman of the bank's board, and president of the state oil company, which was absorbed by Lukoil in 2001.
A significant stage in the career of Sergei Kiriyenko was his appointment in May 1997 to the post of First Deputy Minister of Fuel and Energy of the Russian Federation. Six months later, in the fall of 1997, Sergei Kiriyenko, at the age of 35, was appointed by Boris Yeltsin to the post of Minister of Fuel and Energy of the Russian Federation.
In the photo: Sergei Kiriyenko and Boris Yeltsin From April to August, Kiriyenko headed the Government of the Russian Federation; on December 14, 1997, Sergei Kiriyenko was elected to the State Duma of the second convocation. 1998: Kiriyenko introduces the new head of the FSB, Vladimir Putin. Was the leader of parties and political movements “New Force” (1998 ), "Union of Right Forces" (1999-2000).
An important milestone in Kiriyenko’s career was his confirmation on December 12, 2007 as General Director of the Rosatom State Corporation, a holding uniting more than three hundred nuclear enterprises. Kiriyenko on the prospects of the nuclear industry in Russia On October 5, 2021, he was appointed by decree of Russian President Vladimir Putin to the position of First Deputy head of the Presidential Administration of the Russian Federation instead of his predecessor Vyacheslav Volodin, who, in turn, was promoted to Speaker of the State Duma of the 7th convocation. Alexei Likhachev, a longtime acquaintance of Sergei Vladilenovich, was appointed the new head of Rosatom after Kiriyenko’s departure.
Career in business structures
Sergei Vladilenovich began doing business in 1991. Before moving to Moscow, he worked as the general director of Concern AMK JSC, the head of an oil company, and the chairman of Garantiya Bank. Returning to business after working in government was natural. In 2005 V.V. Putin removed his position as plenipotentiary representative of the President of the Russian Federation in the Volga Federal District. The head of state carried out yet another reshuffle and decided that Kiriyenko’s knowledge would be more useful in the energy industry. He was appointed head of the Federal Agency Rosatom.
For 11 years, Sergei Vladilenovich was engaged in the construction of new nuclear power plants, reconstructed old power units, and positioned nuclear energy on the world market. Not everyone spoke positively about his methods of work and the results obtained. But academician Leonid Bolshov put an end to the debate, assessing Kiriyenko’s activities as head of Rosatom as successful. He compared the former state of nuclear energy with the current one. Under Kiriyenko, Russian nuclear scientists moved from outsiders in the world market to among the leaders.
V.V. Putin and S.V. Kiriyenko has known each other since the 90s. In 1998, Kiriyenko congratulated Putin on his appointment as head of the FSB. In 2021, the President of the Russian Federation invited an old friend to his administration
Rosatom
A significant stage in Kiriyenko’s career was work in the nuclear industry.
In 2005, by order of the government, he headed the Federal Atomic Energy Agency, although he had no previous work experience in this field. In 2007, it was reorganized into the Rosatom state corporation, which was responsible for about 400 nuclear enterprises, research centers, institutes, as well as the nuclear fleet. Sergei Vladilenovich remained the head of the holding, subsequently proving himself as a professional manager who fully corresponded to his purpose. He solved the problems of reforming the industry, pursued a policy of strategic development with sufficient dynamics and without excesses, while strictly observing safety, and collected a large portfolio of foreign orders. Kiriyenko’s salary at Rosatom was estimated at 1.8 million rubles per month.
Interview with Sergei Kiriyenko (2013) Experts assessed his activities at the head of the corporation as quite successful (including Kiriyenko himself). Although opinions were also expressed about the ineffective spending of hundreds of billions of budget funds in the corporation.
Activities in the Administration of the President of the Russian Federation
In 2021, Sergei Vladilenovich receives an invitation from the President of the Russian Federation to join his administration. He took the post of first deputy head instead of Vyacheslav Volodin, who left the post. He went to work in the State Duma. The Administration of the President of the Russian Federation is dealing with various issues. Basically, these are structures that oversee compliance with the main directions of government policy in the country.
The duties of S.V. Kiriyenko enters:
- interaction with political parties and public organizations;
- youth policy;
- organization of elections at various levels.
He was reappointed to this post in 2021. He is in charge of all internal political processes, public projects, Internet projects, and social networks. Colleagues characterize Sergei Vladilenovich as a very correct person. Politeness and courtesy are the main style of his behavior and communication with opponents, colleagues and managers of various ranks. When recruiting a new team, he usually gives preference to proven personnel from previous jobs.
Politeness and courtesy are Sergei’s main style of behavior and communication with opponents, colleagues and managers of various ranks
Personal life
Sergei Kiriyenko is married and has raised three children. He met his wife in Sochi while he was at school. The girl's name was Maria Aistova (born 1962). She became Sergei Kiriyenko’s support and support in his life. She is a pediatrician by training. She got married while studying in her 3rd year at the medical academy. She received her second education as a herbalist much later in 1997, but never had time to work in her specialty. The personal life of Sergei Kiriyenko is not a secret.
Interesting! He is an exemplary family man, he has a wonderful wife and wonderful children. After getting married, the couple left for Gorky, and then Maria Vladislavovna accompanied her husband wherever his career took him.
The eldest son Vladimir was born in 1983 in Nizhny Novgorod. He received his education at the National Research University Higher School of Economics. In 2014 he received an Executive MBA degree. He is a specialist in the field of IT technologies and direct investment in the Russian economy.
Lyubov Kiriyenko (born 1990) in 2021 headed the network of regional projects “Boiling Point” at the Agency for Strategic Initiatives. The press tried to stir up a scandal about this, but the agency's management explained that family ties with a high-ranking official did not play a role. Together with the girl, 4 more people were hired, including one tenth grader with outstanding abilities. Lyubov Kiriyenko is married to Andrei Ugnich.
The youngest daughter, Nadezhda (born in 2002), has not yet shown herself in any way, because she recently graduated from school and continues to learn the basics of her future specialty.
The weather in the house depends only on love, as Sergei and Maria Kiriyenko believe
Frequently asked questions about Sergei Kiriyenko
Most of all users are interested in the question of the financial condition of the family of Sergei Vladilenovich Kiriyenko. He and his son declined to disclose the numbers in an interview with Forbes magazine. It is known that during his work at Rosatom his monthly income varied from 5 to 18 million rubles. It is unknown how much an official earns in the Administration of the President of the Russian Federation.
In his free time, Sergei Kiriyenko plays sports. He has 4th dan in Aikido wrestling. He loves hunting and outdoor recreation. If he has a free minute, he tries to spend it with his family.
