Evgeni Plushenko - Personal Life

Personal Life

On June 18, 2005, Plushenko married Maria Ermak, a sociology student at the University of St. Petersburg, in a lavish ceremony at the Hotel Astoria in St. Petersburg. However they separated very soon after the wedding. And then, their son Egor Evgenievich (originally Kristian) was born on June 15, 2006. In February 2008, they were officially divorced.

In August 2009, Plushenko announced he was engaged to marry Yana Rudkovskaya, Russian singer Dima Bilan's record producer. They were married on September 12, 2009. In July 2012, the couple stated that they are expecting a baby boy and the expected date of birth is from December 30 to January 3, 2013.

Plushenko has expressed interest in coaching when he ends his competitive career. He hopes to open his own skating school in Saint Petersburg.

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