Biografía

Yuliya Volkova

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Nacimiento
20 de febrero de 1985 · Moscú, Rusia, antigua Unión de Repúblicas Socialistas Soviéticas, URSS
Nombre de nacimiento
Yuliya Olegovna Volkova
Alias
- Volk, Volchonok
- Yulka
- Julia
- Julia Volkova
Altura
1.57 m

Is a blonde but dyed her hair black for t.A.T.u.
In February 2003 she reportedly had an abortion but after giving birth to her daughter Viktoriya in September 2004 she said that it was her first pregnancy.
In October 2004, she underwent surgery to remove a vocal fold cyst.
In 2012, Volkova was diagnosed with stage I papillary thyroid cancer. She underwent a surgery at a Moscow hospital, during which her thyroid was removed with the tumor itself. During the surgery, her vocal nerves were damaged and she lost ability to speak properly. The tumor did not metastasize and she did not require chemotherapy; instead, she underwent hormonal therapy. Volkova later underwent two surgeries to restore her vocal cords in Israel and was treated twice in Germany, but all unsuccessful. She was later able to recover her voice after getting another surgery in South Korea. In 2019, she had a relapse of cancer, underwent a course of treatment, and became cancer-free again in October of the same year.
An only child of businessman Oleg Viktorovich Volkov and stylist Larisa Viktorovna Volkova.

There is a love of friends between us. Our slogan is to love and it's not important whom to love. We want to say that a boy can love a boy and a girl can love a girl. If all people would love each other, it would be easier to live in this world. If people are lead by hatred and evil, nothing good would happen from this.
"We don't regret anything. In general, it is never necessary to regret anything, whatever happens. Whatever you plan, things turn out differently anyway. It is simply not necessary to make illusions for yourself. There was no image. We always behave the way we want to." -on t.A.T.u.'s lesbian image.
Two girls together-- not the same thing as two men together. It seems to me that lesbians look aesthetically much nicer than two men holding hands or kissing.
I'll never forget the girl who came from Makhachkala (a dangerous city not far from Chechnya). For two days she saved money to visit. She literally lived in my yard for a week, sleeping on a bench and every day we spent together, walking the dog, she collected the gum I'd spit out, cigarette butts from cigarettes (in my youth smoking was considered a fashionable pastime). She gave me two songs about me and my life, and later did a concert in her home country.