Mo Money Mo Problems
The Best that Medicare Can Buy: Staten Island Native Bought Bentley, Louis Vuitton Bathrobe With Embezzled Medicare Funds
It seems that Staten Island has just crowned its very own Welfare King.
Maksim Shelikhov, 29, is set to be sentenced next week for his admitted role as a Medicare charlatan, embezzling up to $50 million in taxpayer dollars in his Brooklyn-based “medical clinic,” according to the Post.
In the scam’s five lucrative years, Read More
Do you have an enormous house and a deep-seated laziness that makes you disinclined to get up and leave the room when you require food, drink, entertainment or the toilet? Quelle horreur! What is a slothful rich person to do in this day and age when household staffs are largely a thing of the past? Sure, you can hire someone to watch your kids, clean your house and a trainer to hide the fact that you hate to move, but an old-fashioned “get me an iced tea” or “bring me the chamberpot” kind of maid is hard to find.
You could always move into a smaller house (ugh), but who wants to do that? The good news is that you don’t need to! Read More
Billionaire Tamir Sapir Failed To Notice That $200,000 Worth of Silver Champagne Buckets Had Been Stolen From His Long Island Mansion
Billionaire cabbie-turned-real-estate mogul Tamir Sapir was recently the victim of theft at his $20 million Long Island mansion after a construction worker allegedly stole four antique silver champagne buckets worth $200,000, according to Newsday. But the real crime is that Mr. Sapir didn’t even notice that his extravagant booze buckets were gone until an auction house called him months after the fact. Being a billionaire is hard!
Apparently, Mr. Sapir only learned of the theft when Sotheby’s notified him that construction worker Anatoliy Maryuk had tried to fence two of the buckets—made in France and worth $50,000 a pop—to the auction company in September 2011. Mr. Maryuk had, at this point, allegedly sold the two other buckets on Ebay. Read More
“I realized I hadn’t been up to my library in six months. My wife pointed out that neither of us had been to the parlor in the last three,” art dealer Otto Naumann recently confessed to The Observer. “We were basically living on two floors.”
The Naumanns’ townhouse on East 78th Street had five, in addition to an elevator meant to relieve the headache of traveling between them. Perversely, the couple quickly discovered that the elevator made it easier not to get around the house. They were bypassing entire floors without so much as a glimpse from the stair landing for weeks, even months. Prized possessions, like a beloved boat sculpture, were stranded in neglected corners. After two years of rattling around the brownstone behemoth, they admitted defeat and retreated to a 2,500-square-foot cond-op.
They weren’t the first, or only, townhouse dwellers to find the vastness and verticality of their home daunting. While such residents would seem to be living the dream—the exceedingly common one in which the dreamer discovers extra, hidden, previously unexplored rooms in his or her own house—it can sometimes feel more like a nightmare. Read More