Hey count of sac of tomato, The article is about a couple of Ukrainian chicks. Ukraine happens to be a 50 million plus country SEPARATE from Russia. Get a geography book!
Hugh "MoneyBags" Heffner
"According to the cops, Leyla Ismayilova was a high-class callgirl, though she refused to admit it even if her life depended on it. Leyla was a 28-year-old, nearly six-foot-tall Ukrainian goddess. She had huge dark eyes, high cheekbones, higher heels and couture by Versace. How else, they figured, would she know that the victim, Lyudmyla Petushenko, another beautiful young Ukrainian, had been beaten and then executed in her Studio City apartment?
Having been in the U.S., illegally, for only three months, the leonine, blonde Lyudmyla had been making more than $10,000 a month as a callgirl. She was also recruiting new girls from the Ukraine to join her stable. Ambitious and driven, Lyudmyla was moving fast. Too fast, the cops surmised. Speed kills, especially in what was becoming known as the whore wars, the battle among ruthless Russians to take over the big-buck sex turf left vacant by the incarceration of Heidi Fleiss.
Heidi Fleiss -- the chic Jewish American princess who lived in Michael Douglas' former estate and partied with Jack Nicholson and Mick Jagger -- was the second supermadam to hook up Los Angeles prostitutes with a big-name clientele. The first, Madam Alex Adams, had built a multimillion-dollar business selling sex to her black book of stars, moguls, politicians and oil sheiks who would take Alex' charges on trips that started at $10,000 a weekend. After Alex ran afoul of the Los Angeles Police Department, Heidi took over the business and made it even bigger, but her flagrant enjoyment of the elite sex trade also spelled trouble. Eventually, it got her three years in prison. Madam Alex died while Heidi was doing her time, and by the late Nineties the field was relegated to a large number of minimadams and thousands of Internet sex ads. Starlet-level callgirls, even in Hollywood, became increasingly difficult to find. Enter the Russians, who had the looks, brains and greed.
The investigators suspected that Leyla was one of Lyudmyla's callgirl colleagues. Leyla conceded she had befriended Lyudmyla prior to her final bloody morning of Thursday, August 17, 2000. But she steadfastly denied that business of any sort was involved. The two Ukrainians had met at a Russian market in West Hollywood and had bonded. As for tricks, "Never," said Leyla. She said she was the daughter of a small-town police chief, and that she had a rich boyfriend in Los Angeles. She had no need to turn a trick. Her version of events on the fateful morning of August 17, however, did not entirely satisfy the cops.
According to Leyla, Lyudmyla was planning an outing to Magic Mountain amusement park with a Russian friend. A late sleeper, she had asked Leyla to give her a wake-up call at nine a.m. After 11 phone calls with no reply, Leyla told police, she began to worry. Just before noon, she drove her SUV from her West Hollywood apartment into the 90-degree heat and smog of the San Fernando Valley to 4150 Arch Drive. Because another car was entering the security garage the moment she arrived, she was able to enter without being buzzed in.
Walking up to the second floor, Leyla found the front door to apartment 211 unlocked. She entered and called Lyudmyla's name. No answer. Then she went into the bedroom. Lyudmyla was sprawled on the rug in a silk robe, bikini panties and heels. "I thought she was drunk," Leyla told the cops. When she started to shake her awake, a stream of blood poured out of Lyudmyla's mouth. Her body was cold. Leyla fled back to her car and called the Russian woman who had rented the apartment for Lyudmyla. Leyla asked her to call the police. Why hadn't she called herself? the investigators asked. "My English was no good," Leyla answered. Why didn't she wait for the police to arrive? She had no answer."