Who’d have thought the house of an oligarch could be tasteful?

I would have been very snotty about oligarchs’ houses. Until this week, if you’d asked me to describe one, I would have assumed they were wall-to-wall hot tubs with dodgy sofas, gold-leaf wallpaper and chandeliers everywhere, even in the loo. But when protestors broke into Oleg Deripaska’s £50m gaff in Belgravia last week and video footage emerged, I was miffed. Not a single hot tub. Instead, a Barbara Hepworth sculpture, a few antique mirrors, a Greek bust, a grand piano, a bookshelf with real books on it and not one but two atlas globes (which would suggest they have some idea of geography and borders?). True, there was one chandelier, but it didn’t look that bad. An oligarch with taste? How annoying.