Chapter 3

Summer of 2005, when I was thirteen years old I came to the United States of America. I stayed with the Farman's. The most loving, beautiful, graceful, and grateful family. I spent six weeks with them. The Farman's decided to adopt me. I flew back to Kazakhstan, and within less than a year I flew back to USA. Within couple of weeks I entered middle school, without knowing any English . I quickly learned English, by observing others at school and my parents at home. Within less than a year, I spoke close to perfect English.

At age fifteen I became a lifeguard . I went to Westwood High School my freshman year. My sophomore year I had a hard time with my personality, and I went nuts. I overdosed on over the counter medicine. I swallowed a entire bottle of Benedril. Within ten minutes I passed out and woke up couple of days later in a hospital with tubes sticking out of me everywhere. I then was put into a treatment institution where suicidal people go. I was there for a week, my memory is foggy, and I don't remember my time there.

After completing the treatment, I went back home. I missed about three weeks of high school. My parents were really concerned about me going back to a public high school. They wanted me to go to a boarding school in the middle of nowhere, however I wasn't accepted due to my overdose. I then went to a school and did work at my own pace. The school was great, because I didn't have any homework, and I was completing half a year of course within three weeks. i graduated high school a year early in 2009 instead of 2010. While I was in high school, I began going to a community college, where I studied Diplomacy. At that time I wanted to be a Russian Diplomat.

I got totally distracted when I took a vacation to New York City in the summer of 2009. I fell in love with fashion! I came back home to Austin, Texas and stopped going to the community college, because I wasn't interested anymore. Two month later, I went to visit San Francisco, California for my Birthday and New Years. I learned about the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising (FIDM), and began my process in enrolling into the school. Within two days, I got accepted to FIDM. I flew back home to Austin, packed my bags and left to SF, CA. School began within couple of days. Now I have been living in San Francisco for one year and over one month, and attending FIDM.

Facts about my life...

My birth given name was: Boiko, Vladimir Vladimirovitch, born November 24, 1990

Birthplace: City: Temirtay; Karaganda region; Kazakhstan Soviet Socialist Republic (it was still communist at that time)

Birth Parents:
Boiko, Vladimir Ivanovitch, German;
Boiko Natalia Pavlovna, Ukranian


Since they both have the same last name, I assume they were married. It’s interesting that my father’s name is Boiko because that is actually a Ukrainian name—so, he must have been Ukrainian also. Often people have more than one nationality in their past.


First adoptive parents: Mamlejyanov Zhastklek Zhastlekovitch, Kazakh; Mameljyanova Bakhutzhun, Kazakh
Father: died February 28, 1996 at 47 years (tuberculosis)
Mother: died May 31, 1997 at 48 years old (alcoholic miocardiopatia)
My Name: Mamlejyanov Ruslan Zhastlekovitch
Adoption Certificate: April 4, 1991


Guardianship History:
You were under the legal guardianship of Vikhman Olga Mikhailovna from when you were 6 ½ until you were 9. (from July 1, 1997 until January 21, 2000—about 2.5 years) . They were my legal guardians but not my legal parents. I was never legally Vikhman. However It is not unusual for Guardians to use their last name for a child living with them. In this case they did.


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Christian History:
Baptized and Chrismated in the Russian Orthodox Church: July 23, 2000
Saint Name: Ryustic (or Rusticus)
Godparents: Nikolai & Paula


Orphanage History: Started when you were 9 years old
January 21, 2000: Put into a first orphanage for 2 months? Doesn’t say where. Just says that I was under the State system.
March 18, 2000- February 6, 2001: another orphanage (Karaganda?)
February 2001- July 2005: Ainalainun in Temirtau

Adoption #2
Met Farmans in Summer 2004
Legally adopted: July 6, 2005 in Kazakhstan
US Citizen—officially the day you entered the US—August 5, 2005.
October 28, 2005—Texas State Adoption

Chapter 2

After I found my mother dead under the bed, I don't remember what has happened. However I went to her funeral and all I saw was her legs, the rest of her body was covered up with a white sheet.

I don't remember how this happened, but I was adopted into a Russian family Vihman...my name then was Ruslan Vihman. They had a house in Kazakhstan and a home in Moscow, Russia. For the most part I lived in Moscow, Russia. The family had a daughter and a son. I went to a private french school, the same school that my older "brother" went to. He was amazing, I was envious of my "brother", he had all straight A's. I strived to have all A's. I worked hard at school, I would study all the time. I would read alphabet books every day, I would memorize mathematic charts. I succeeded and I got all straight A's at school, got the medal and a letter of recognition at the end of the year.

And a good achievement ended with me being homeless again. It happened by "mother" being ill at all times, and spend many month in a hospital. THe father was working at all times. I lived in a house basically by myself.

Don't remember how this happen, but I was taken away from the family by the government and was placed into an orphanage in Karaganda, Kazakhstan. I was 9 years old at a time.

I ended up in a state system orphanage for about two month.

Then I was transferred to an orphanage for the next three years, where I became a part of performing group. We sang, danced, acted, traveled around Karaganda and performed at different stages. I was basically a circus clown.

At age thirteen I was transferred to an orphanage to Temirtay, Kazakhstan. The orphanage was build by Presidents wife of kazakhstan. This orphanage consisted of six lofts, with two mothers, and six kids in each loft.

I went to a public middle school, I interacted with other kids, I went to a music school and studied piano, I performed for the orphanage by singing in national competitions. I also was in a group of all sixteen boys where we sang, recorded song, and traveled all over Kazakhstan in a train to perform. We went to Almata, Astana, and numerous cities around Kazakhstan.

I was happy with what I was doing, but at the same time I was crazy. I took advantage of being the rep for the orphanage and I would scream, throw chairs, I broke a glass door. I did whatever I wanted, because I knew I could get away with it. I was very angry inside. I acted happy on the outside, but I was so mad, angry, and furious on the inside.

Chapter 1

I was born into a family I wasn't welcomed to. The mother was Ukraine nationality who had me when she was sixteen. The father was German. I was left for adoption at five month old, and was adopted by Kazakh family to Temirtay, Kazakhstan. I was named Mamelyanov Ruslan Zhastlekovitch. I was giving my fathers birthday February 13th. (My real birthdate is November 24th) My childhood was beautiful, every day I remember playing in the sand and I'd come home with dirty clothes on. When I was six years old my father died of tuberculosis. I had something unusual happen on the night of his death. Myself and mother were laying in the couch watching television and there was a knock on the door...no one was there. So then there was another knock...once again no one was at the door...and once again a knock on the door...no one was there for the third time. Right after that, the phone rang, and it was the hospital telling my mom that my father had passed away. I watched her out of the window running towards the hospital not realizing what is happening. My mother didn't come back for a long time, I fell asleep...and it seems like I've been asleep ever since.

After the tragedy me and my mother moved to a smaller apartment in another neighborhood. My mother started having a drinking problem, and most nights she would have friends over and they would drink. I came home one day, only to find my mother under the bed...I don't even know how to explain this...but to only find her leg sticking under the bed. I bend down to talk to her, and she's not responding. I didn't understand what was happening, I thought she had a hangover. I pulled her out from under the bed, she was blue, she had bubbles coming out of her mouth, her eyes were rolled back, she was...nothing I'd ever seen anything before. She was dead!