Ep. 118 | The Most Prolific Serial Killer You've Never Heard Of | The Chessboard Killer

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Mä haluaisin kokeilu. damage, and in a child whose brain is still developing, the consequences can be far worse. That moment on the swing was the moment that changed everything, because what came next was a completely different boy. According to the people who knew him best, the boy they raised was gone, and the quiet withdrawn kid from the stairwell was gone, and his place was someone hostile, impulsive, and completely unpredictable. And family members who'd known him his whole life barely recognized the child standing in front of them, and his mother had to make a difficult decision. Because Alexander's behavior had become aggressive enough that she pulled him out of his regular school and enrolled him in a school designed for children with learning disabilities. But the school was built to help get kids past what held them back, rather than focus on what helped them excel, if that makes sense. So whatever intelligence Alexander had was left sitting kind of idle, but the problems he faced with other kids didn't stay behind at his old school, bullying he faced continued at his new school as well. Other kids beat him up, and he was verbally targeted again and again, and each incident fed the same fire. Just the anger that the swing had unlocked kept growing, and every taunt, every shove, every cruel word poured fuel on that fire. Nobody seemed to be stepping in, and nobody seemed to be listening, and the rage building inside him had nowhere productive to go. But then someone would finally see him, and that would be his grandfather. Because Alexander's grandfather looked at Alexander and didn't see a problem child. But instead he saw a boy who was sharper than anyone around him, realized a boy whose potential was being buried in a school that had no idea what to do with it. So his grandfather made a choice that changed everything, and he would take Alexander into his home, and from that point on they were together constantly, though that didn't stop the bullying necessarily. Because even after the move, other kids continued to make fun of him, but at least he was away from that cramped apartment with his half-sister and his mother, and he was away from the schools that had failed him. So Alexander finally had something he never really had before, which was structure and attention, and someone who believed he was worth investing in. His grandfather began to steer him toward things that would actually challenge his mind, and one of them stuck immediately, and it was… Chess. Alexander didn't just learn the game, he absorbed and immersed himself in it. He showed real skill from the beginning, and his grandfather witnessed the obsession grow stronger. And before long, the old man started bringing him to Beets a Park. The same tables were elderly men gathered to play and drink vodka and whatever. And Alexander sat down across from opponents and decades older than him and outplayed them all the time. Chess just gave him something nothing else had, a way to dominate without destroying, a way to turn aggression into strategy and rage into focus. And every match was a controlled battle, and he was winning for the most part, and for a while it seemed to work as he grew older. He had a home that felt stable, and he had a grandfather who anchored him, and he had a game that absorbed the worst parts of his mind and turned them into something almost productive. But unfortunately, that wouldn't last. Because his grandfather would pass away, and that loss hit Alexander hard. He'd lost the only father figure he'd ever known. The only person who ever guided him with any sort of consistency. So with no reason to stay, he would move back into that cramped apartment with his mother and his half-sister. And he would enroll in school again. But that foundation that was beneath him was just gone at this point. The structure, his grandfather had built and the discipline of a purpose just all of it collapsed the moment his grandfather died. To cope, Alexander would start drinking, large quantities of vodka, day after day, just trying to dull the grief and quiet the aggression that had never really left him. And he would keep drifting back to Beets at Park. But now, he wasn't the prodigy kid sitting across from old men, he was now a young man filling the hours with vodka and chess. So the park had once been this really positive escape for him, but now it was just a place where he coped. And then somewhere in his late teens, something darker started to surface, and he started carrying a video camera around children to threaten them. He'd approach kids and use the camera as a prop in a power game. And the thrill for him wasn't the recording, it was in the control, the fear in their faces, the knowledge that he could do whatever he wanted and they couldn't stop him because he was basically an adult at this point and these were just little kids. And once he grabbed a kid by the ankle, flipped them upside down and spoke to the camera, saying, "You are in my power now. I'm going to drop you from the window and you will fall 15 meters to your death." Now he did not drop the child. He just wanted the feeling of holding a life in his hands of being the one who decided what happened next, basically playing God, which is scary. So every threat he made and inevitably got away with told him the same thing. And that was that no one was watching, and no one was going to stop him. So by 1992, Alexander was 18 years old, and his heavy drinking, chest playing, and free time, just fucking terrorizing children for the rush of dominance just wasn't enough anymore. So Mikhail Odichuk was Alexander's classmate, and some sources call him a school friend. But beyond that, almost nothing about his life survives in the public record. And who he actually was got buried under what happened to him. And it will be a pattern that repeats across this entire case. So on July 27, 1992, Alexander arranged to meet Mikhail in Beatsapark. And the reason for the meeting was a proposal. Alexander wanted to kill 64 people, one for every square on a chess board, and he wanted Mikhail to help. Now, Mikhail wanted no part of it because he wasn't a murderer, so he would listen, but he would refuse. And that refusal would cost him his life. Alexander strangled him with a rope right there in the park. And then he dragged his body to a sewer opening and dropped it in. And Mikhail was never found. He was reported missing, and that was all the world would ever officially know. But naturally, the disappearance didn't go unnoticed because people had seen the two of them together shortly before Mikhail vanished. And that information reached Moscow police, with Andrei Supernenko as chief investigator. Now, the Moscow police investigators brought Alexander in for questioning, and he would just tell a simple story. He admitted he'd met Mikhail that day, and they hung out, and they parted ways. And Mikhail was perfectly fine when he walked off. And that was it. And it worked. Because since there was no body, and no physical evidence tying him to a crime, witnesses could only place them together and nothing more. Because that just proved a meeting, not necessarily a murder. And without something concrete, investigators had nothing to hold him on. So Alexander walked free. So the system had its first chance to stop him there, but they couldn't. So after the murder of Mikhail, nearly a decade passed, with no known killings. On the surface, Alexander's life looked unremarkable during this stretch. He held down a job, kept drinking, and kept playing chess in park. And anyone watching from the outside, he was just another man grinding through post-Soviet life. But something was building underneath. Because during those years, Alexander developed a fixation on one man in particular, Andrei Chikotilo, known as the Rustov Ripper. And Chikotilo was Russia's most notorious serial killer, killing 52 women and children across 12 years. His case is utterly disgusting. He is a monster. And that was the final tally when a court finally convicted Chikotilo in 1992. And he would be sentenced to death and then executed in February of 1994. But his rampage had stretched across the Soviet Union. And Chikotilo became a dark landmark in Russian criminal history. And for Alexander, Chikotilo became something else entirely, though. And that was in obsession. Meanwhile, the country around him was shifting, and Russia became a member of the Council of Europe in 1996. And with that membership became a pledge to stop executing prisoners. And a moratorium on the death penalty took effect that same year. The groundwork for it had been laid three years earlier, and the 1993 constitution allowed the death penalty only as a temporary measure restricted to exceptional cases, quote-unquote until its complete abolition. But the 1996 commitment made it official. So from that point forward, no one in Russia would be executed. And life imprisonment became the ceiling. So the years started to blur together for Alexander. What with work? Bodka, chess, and the park. These were his constants. Build the routines that he built after his grandfather's death hadn't changed, whatever restraint had kept him from killing again was starting to erode. And then, in the summer of 2001, the silence broke. And Alexander described the moment in his own words, saying, quote, "It dawned upon me on that day that I would murder someone," unquote. - Oh, my gosh. - So. so chilling to just think of a man playing chess in a park and realizing he could just murder whoever he wants. So just like that, the gears of quiet were over. So Yvgeny Pronen was 52 years old, and he played chess with Alexander in Beats a Park. He was an older man, a casual acquaintance, if you will, and on May 17, 2001, the two finished a game of chess. And Alexander asked Pronen to take a walk with him. He had a story on the ready. His dog had died, and he wanted to pay respects at the grave. So not thinking anything of it, because he's played chess with Alexander for years at this point, Pronen went along, and they walked to a remote stretch of the park, far from the paths and the crowds. And Alexander opened a bottle of vodka, and they raised a toast to the dead dog that didn't exist. And then Alexander would attack him, and he would bludgeon Pronen unconscious and dump him into a sewage well. So everything that would define his method was present in this single killing. The ruse, the vodka, the toast, the ambush, and the well. It was the birth of a pattern of his M.O. And within eight weeks, Alexander killed nine more people. In 2001, alone, he murdered 11 people, six of them in a single month. So whatever had broken open inside him that summer wasn't slowing down. But as targets were almost always the same, primarily elderly homeless men in and around Pizza Park. People he could approach with a bottle in a story, and who had no reason to say no to a free drink. And the routine became ritual. He'd sit with them first, talking, and listening. Sometimes for over an hour, he was never in a rush, and he believed that the closer you are to the person who is about to die, the more pleasant it is to kill them. His words. In one of his favorite books was Dale Carnegie's How to Win Friends and Influence People. But the friendships were never real. He just built up those friendships for one reason, and that was to get close enough to kill them. And because it felt better killing someone, he knew a little better. And when that moment came, he always struck from behind, partly to catch them off guard, and partly to keep blood off his clothes. His words, not mine. And his weapon of choice was a hammer. And in some cases, he used the bottle of vodka that they drank from right before their death. But a handful of victims were also strangled, and a few others were shot in the head with a homemade weapon he rigged from a pipe. Because he didn't swing to kill. He just hit hard enough to drop them, but not hard enough to finish them off. The point was consciousness. He needed them to know what was being done to them, and then came the disposal. And Wells, at the edge of the park, gave him access to Moscow's sewer network. And the fall was about 30 feet, so if the blow hadn't killed them, the impact at the bottom would. So the sewers just did the rest for him. And a current pushed remains through miles of underground pipe, and some washed up at a treatment facility on the far side of the city, and others never surfaced at all. And investigators believed at least 13 bodies remained lodged in the tunnels to this day. So between May 2001 and September 2005, Alexander attacked 36 people. And three of them survived. But the rest obviously wouldn't. And almost all of them fit the same profile. Older, homeless, living on the margins. They were basically invisible to society long before Alexander found them. People who could vanish without anyone filing report without anyone raising an alarm. And 20 of the people he murdered were men he'd played chess with in the park. People who knew his face, his name, his habits. But not all of them fit that profile. He also killed younger men and women, and at least one child. And money of his victims will never be identified. And their names and stories are gone. And I feel awful that I can't tell you who they were. But the information just doesn't exist because these people just had no record of who they were, especially because a lot of them were homeless. And that just adds to the horror of this whole situation. Because they were basically erased twice. Once by Alexander and once by a system that never looked for them. But the first survivor was Maria Varyshiva, a pregnant saleswoman. So on February 23, 2002, Alexander got Maria into Beatsapark and forced her down one of the wells. But she would grab the walls on the way down, doing anything she could to hold on. But he would grab a fistful of her hair and drive her head into the concrete walls again and again. And when he left, he was sure she was finished. But she wasn't. And she lived. And somehow she pulled herself out of the well saving the baby's life too. Which is such a miracle. I'm just so happy that that was able to happen. I mean like a mother's will. And after she got herself out of the well and was beaten bloody, she went to the police and they offered her a deal. Keep your mouth shut about what happened. And we won't ask about your registration papers. Yeah. So she stayed quiet. And in the two weeks after her attack, Alexander killed three more people. So the system was absolutely fucked. Guy tries to kill someone, a woman. And they're just like, we don't really want to deal with this right now. So just like, shut up and leave. What? Stone? And another survivor was Mikhail Lobov, a teenager. And on March 10th, 2002, Alexander got Lobov to follow him into the park. Again, just like Maria. And the bait was either a job carrying a printer or cigarettes of vodka, depending on the account. But Alexander cracked him over the head and sent him down the well shaft. But on the way down, his jacket thankfully snagged on a metal edge, jutting from the wall. And it held ensuring he never hit the water. And Mikhail Lobov climbed out alive. And he found a police officer and told him what happened. But the officer told him to go home. Which like, what is happening? What was happening in Soviet Russia? At this time, this isn't saying. This isn't saying, in the early 2000s. But seven days later, Lobov was hanging around the metro station, and there was Alexander right in front of him. And the kid lost his shit rightfully. So he was yelling, pulling out one of the officers posted outside, pointing straight at the man who'd thrown him down a well. And the officers told him to leave. So nothing happened. Alexander didn't go to jail. It wasn't even questioned. They just told him to go away. Like he was a pest this kid who was near murdered. So that was now two reports of attempted murder and two dismissals. A child pointing at his attacker in broad daylight. And nobody listened. And Alexander knew it. Because no one would believe a punk that like to hang out at metro stations, you know. And at this point, everybody he knows, he's a pretty well-respected man who just plays chess in the park. Yeah, he drinks a lot better than that. He seems pretty harmless. But then there was a third survivor who was Constantine at Politcarpov. And they were 31 years old, attacked on November 15th, 2003. And not much is known about this event. But there's another survivor and nothing happened again. But after this attack, something shifted. And Alexander stopped killing for 15 months. That we know of. And he didn't resume until February 22nd, 2005 when he murdered 57-year-old Peter Dedunkin. And the killings would come slower now. One in June and one more in September. But the hiatus was just that. Only a pause, not necessarily an ending. 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And in the rare cases where a family member filed a missing persons report, police rarely acted on it because they're just standing there with their dicks in their hand. I don't really know because Moscow police had a reputation for corruption and heavy drinking and a missing homeless man wasn't anyone's priority. And Alexander being the smart man that he is, albeit a monster, understood this. So that led him to choose victims who wouldn't be missed. People without a close family, without stable addresses, without anyone who would sound the alarm quickly enough to matter. But that didn't even matter because people who survived an attempted murder yelling at the police didn't even matter to the police. So that brought him a buffer of days, sometimes even weeks. Before anyone even wondered where these men had gone, and the sewer system handled the breasts like we talked about, as you can't build a murder case without a body. And the sewers were following that evidence. But the police already had the evidence because victims hand delivered this evidence right to them, but they just chose to bury it. And more than 40 people disappeared before anyone in a position of authority acknowledged that a serial killer was operating in Moscow. So the families started connecting the dots on their own. And one missing person led to another, and then another, and they were asking the same questions. Could it be someone that they knew? Too many people were dying from the same neighborhood, the same park, in the same circles. It couldn't be a coincidence. So, like what happens in every small town, rumors started to spread. And some said it was psychiatric patient Chechens. And some said the Mafia, and everyone had a theory, but no one had the answers. And the sewage wells were nearly a perfect system. As long as the bodies went underground, no one was looking. But eventually, the bodies stopped going underground. And they started appearing in the open. And once that happened, the killings could no longer be ignored. So on October of 2005, something changed. And Alexander stopped using the sewage wells that had served him for years. And the killings became more brutal. And he struck victims multiple times now, hammering their skulls with a violence that went beyond what was needed to kill. Just complete overkill. And then he would take an unfinished bottle of vodka and would shove it into their open wounds, which was a signature that was meant to be seen clearly. And Alexander at this point was just being so blasé and overconfident about it because he was just leaving the bodies where they fell. No more dragging them to wells for disposal. No more sewer systems. The corpses just stayed in the park out in the open waiting to be found. And for years, people had been disappearing across Southern Moscow and the world hadn't noticed. And that silence just kind of aided him. He kind of wanted to be noticed now. He wanted people to start talking about him. So he would make the deaths impossible to ignore. And he would just display them in public. And with ever killing, he got away with. His confidence would just swell. His head got big. And the caution that had kept him underground for years gave way to something, reckless. And he wasn't hiding anymore. He was just kind of daring someone to find him. So Alexander killed 10 people from the very buildings where he lived. The same cluster of buildings on Kursan's Sky Street, where he grown up, where his mother still lived, where he walked in and out of every day. And he did it with the same playbook he used on everyone else. A bottle, a conversation, and a walk into the park. And once they were alone in Beetsa, he beat them to death. And on his off time from killing, he would just work at a grocery store. And he stocked shelves, chatted with shoppers, and smiled at faces all day long and made conversation. And his co-workers thought he was just quiet, maybe a little odd, but nobody would call him dangerous. And nobody looked at him and saw what he was doing after hours. So nobody would look at him in real life and assume that he was a serial killer. He didn't really make it obvious. Besides, you know, leaving bodies out in the open and the police doing nothing. But the first body of the open period surfaced on October 15th, 2005. And it was Nikolai Verobia, who was 31 years old. Namasko police found him with a catastrophic head wound and a bottle lodged into his skull. And he was among the first victims discovered bearing this new signature. And a month later, a second body would appear. And he would be Nikolai Zekarchenko, a former police officer. He's killing police officers. And his body was also left in the open as a taunt. And at this point, that we know of, this would be victim number 41. And the bodies just kept coming. And unarmed 60-year-old man found roughly a month after Nikolai, Vladimir Dedunken, discovered about two weeks after that. And another unidentified victim surfacing a week later. And by Christmas of 2005, seven bodies had been recovered. And police found that nothing had been stolen from any of them. But everybody would tell the same story, catastrophic skull damage with a vodka bottle or a wooden stick jammed into the wound. The pattern was undeniable. And Russian police knew they were now hunting a serial killer. Namasko's elite murder squad caught the assignment. And in February of 2006, they assigned a senior investigator to lead the hunt. And his name was Andrea Supernenko. If you remember, back in 1982, he'd been the one assigned to Mikhail Odinchuk's disappearance. The investigator that would question 18-year-old Alexander and let him walk. And this was the first victim Alexander had ever killed that we know of, of course, but his friend from school. So it was coming full circle with the same investigator now on the case again. But he had no idea the killer he was chasing was the same teenager he'd questioned and released 14 years before. So Andrea's team found almost nothing at the crime scenes. No fingerprints, no traces, because the killer was meticulous about what he left behind. And the team turned to forensic scientist Professor Vladimir Verunstov for answers. Vladimir catalogued the injuries, repeated blows to the back and sides of the head, strikes to the face, and consistent pattern across every victim. And based on the wound patterns alone, Vladimir identified the weapon as a hammer. So 200 officers flooded beats a park, and every person walking through the park was approached and interrogated. A psychiatric sanatorium sat near the edge of the forest, investigators theorized and escaped patient had gone to the ground in the woods, killing from the shadows potentially. And they questioned everyone connected to the facility, but no one fit and the theory collapsed. And then they thought they had a break, and one suspect caught their attention, because he had a hammer on him. And he said he just carried it for protection. But after 24 hours of questioning, it really just went nowhere, and his alibi was solid and he would walk. And only a week later, a woman's body would be found. And that brought the body count for the forest killings to 12. But as we know it right now, there's a lot more, because they don't know about the sewers yet. And in April of 2006, another victim was identified. Larissa Kuligna, and she worked with Alexander. She was the first confirmed victim pulled from his own workplace rather than from the park benches and housing walks. So the circle around him was tightening, and it was his own fault. Because he enjoyed killing people that were very close to him, and he's so arrogant at this point. He just thinks he can get away with anything, which at this point, obviously he's a monster, and he's, you know, a shit stain in society. But I don't blame him, because the police are failing in every way, shape and form. And a big part of it is that most of the people killed during these months have never been publicly identified. A lot of them are unidentified, because people don't know who they are. And even with 200 officers in the park and a forensic team analyzing wound patterns, a senior investigator with a decade and a half of experience, and still the man they were looking for walked to work every morning, rang up groceries, and came home to the same street where his victims have lived. Now Marina Moskaleova was 36 years old, and she was a single mother raising a 15-year-old son named Sergei, and it was just the two of them. And she worked at the same supermarket as Alexander, and he was a warehouse worker, and she was a colleague, and they saw each other regularly. Now Marina didn't fit the usual profile of a fringe person no one would remember. She was a woman with a job, and a child, and a daily routine that overlapped with his. But on June 13, 2006, Alexander asked Marina to join him for a picnic. And some reports suggest she already had a bad feeling about him, but whatever her reservations were, she did agree to go. And before she left, she tried to call Sergei, but she couldn't reach him. So she wrote a note instead, and she wrote down who she'd be with, and where they were going. If she added, Alexander's phone number and left the note where her son could find it. And then she walked out the door. And Alexander even knew about the note. And at this point, Killing a coworker was the riskiest thing he'd ever attempted, and he knew it. She could be traced back to him in hours, and the connection was obvious, but still, he went ahead anyway. The arrogance of the sky, they walked into Beatsapark, allegedly spending hours together there, just the two of them. No one else was around, and he spent that time turning the decision over in his head, whether to go through with it, or just let her walk away, and he decided that he couldn't. Sparing her would have made his life unbearable. The compulsion was stronger than the risk, and he would kill her there in the park, and the wounds would match his M.O. An Alexander knew that killing her was different from killing the others, but that did not matter to him this time. So Marina's body was found in Beatsapark on June 14, and the injuries were unmistakable. Investigators recognized them immediately as the work of the killer they'd been hunting for months, and Sergei came to identify his mother, because his mother left the apartment that day, with someone she'd been spending time with, someone that she called Sasha. And then, Sergei handed the police the note she'd written before she left, and they found that the phone number belonged to a 32-year-old man named Alexander Prushishkin. And he worked at the same supermarket as Marina, and Sasha is the common Russian nickname for Alexander, so the name Sergei had given them had matched. Olen Shannon Maldonado, the director of the Artesan Institute of Technology, has been a member of the University of La Jaga. In the early morning of the exhibition, the exhibition was held in the first place of the exhibition. We were invited to the exhibition at the beginning of the exhibition. All members of the exhibition were invited to the exhibition, as the exhibition was held in the first place of the exhibition. The exhibition was held in the first place of the exhibition, but the note wasn't the only thing Marina left behind, because inside her coat pocket, investigators found a Moscow Metro ticket. Investigators started combing through Moscow Metro security cameras, looking for anything that could show them where Marina had been before she died. And the footage was pretty clear, showing Marina on a Metro platform with Alexander, right beside her, just hours before her death. So police had the note, the phone number, the coworker connection confirmed by the supermarket, and now video evidence placing him with the victim on the day she was killed. So for the first time in years of hunting, investigators had a face, a name, and proof. So on June 16th, police arrested Alexander Prishishkin, and they raided his apartment in Moscow. And investigators were hoping to close the pizza park case, and they believed they'd caught the man responsible for the string of killings that had terrorized Southern Moscow, and they were right. But nothing prepared them for what came next. His Alexander confessed to 60 murders, years of killing, stretching back to 2001, because investigators had been hunting the Beats of Maniac, and they found something far worse than they imagined. And in his words, taking a life was the only thing that made him feel like he existed for a reason, that it was the thing that made his life feel like it meant something. And inside the apartment, there was a chess board. 61 of the 64 squares had been filled in and numbered, and each number corresponded to a victim. So it was a scoreboard, a ledger of the dead organized on the same grid he'd played on since childhood, and three squares remained empty. Moscow police made an unusual decision and allowed MTV television cameras to be brought into the station, so every word of Alexander's confession was recorded. So by recording everything, they could prove the statements for voluntary, and the news rippled outward from the precinct. The city was only now beginning to understand what had been living in its shadow. So before the trial even began, Alexander gave the country a preview of what it was dealing with. In his confession, erred on national television, not just like a leak or a clip, but a full, filled declaration broadcast across Russia, and he sat in front of cameras and spoke about murder the way most people talk about, like a meal they enjoyed, saying, "I was like the father of these people, since it was I who opened the door for them to another world." He was just. Disgustingly proud, and he described befriending victims over chests, luring them with vodka, attacking with a hammer, and disposing of their bodies in sewage wells. In each step delivered with the calmness of someone just recounting their daily routine, and what bothered him was the anonymity. Saying, "I was dismayed my work had been attributed to others." So it was literally his ego that got him caught. He wanted the credit for it. And he'd spent years watching police chase theories that had nothing to do with him, and it aided him that someone else might get the credit, so he made sure no one would. Saying, "I burned myself, so there's no need for the cops to take credit for catching me." I'm professional, unquote. Oh, it's just the fact that he chose to get caught. You know, he chose to get caught. He. There's a good chance he could have just walked about life without getting caught, which is horrifying. I'm so glad his pathetic, disgusting ego took over and allowed him to get caught. But after the confession, investigators brought him back to Pizza Park. Seen by scene, he walked them through the killings. The reenactments were filmed, and his recall was disturbingly precise. It was, unfortunately, a really smart guy. And he pointed out where he'd sat with the victims, where he struck them, where the bodies went. And the fixation on Andrea Cicatillo had never faded, and actually had sharpened into something kind of competitive. Because Cicatillo had been convicted of 52 murders, and the worst in Russian history, remember. And Alexander wanted to surpass him. But the goal was more than the numbers. It was about structure. And the number he'd chosen was 64, matching the 64 squares of a chessboard. The game that had once saved him became the framework for everything he destroyed. And he was blunt with the court. That if the police hadn't caught him, he never would have stopped, saying, "In one week, I killed two people. If they hadn't caught me, I would have never stopped. Having caught me, they saved many lives," unquote. And he described the compulsion, like a physical need, saying, "I killed so I could live myself. You kill someone and immediately feel relieved. Your shoulders straighten up, and you want to live. For me, a life without murder is like a life without food for you. Put this man in a whole underground and close it." He left no room for misunderstanding. He just called himself "almost gone" because he had the power over life and death that belonged to him. And in this final statement to the court, he offered one last declaration, saying, "The notions of good and evil are relative things," unquote. And he absolutely believed every single word of what it was coming out of his fucking vile mouth. Or at least he needed the court to think he did. However, his defense lawyer, Pavel Ivonekov, saw something else beneath the performance. And Ivonekov told the Associated Press, quote, "He wants to convince us that what he was doing was right. He imagined himself to be God, the one who decides who is to live and who is to die," unquote. But he added a crucial detail, the despite the defiance and despite the gloating, Alexander, quote unquote, "is afraid and wants to wiggle himself out." So the bravado was probably real, but so was the fear underneath the scared little pathetic boy that he was. The psychiatric team from Russia's top clinic assessed him and concluded he was sane. And the judge agreed there was a disorder, but that didn't matter. And Alexander knew exactly what he was doing and no diagnosis was going to shield him from what he owed. And he also acknowledged that he knew about the note Marina had left behind. And he still said, quote unquote, "I could not stop myself from killing her." So the trial opened on September 13th, 2007 in Moscow. And the courtroom had reinforced glass cage built into it, and Alexander was locked inside for all five weeks, like a durable in a cage. And he had 48 murder charges, three counts of attempted murder. Remember, the people that came up and told the police that, hey, this guy tried to murder me, but they didn't do anything about it, yeah, they're finally getting some justice there. But depending on when you asked him, the number was 60, and other times it was 63. But the evidence held up for at least 48 murder charges and three counts of attempted murder. And the gap between what he claimed and what could be proven hung over the entire trial. And throughout those five weeks, Alexander treated the courtroom like a stage. He bragged about what he'd done. He mocked the detectives who spent months trying to find him, and he showed zero remorse and made no apologies. And the prosecution laid out the escalation in painstaking detail. The prosecutors told the court that starting in 2005, the violence crossed into a new category. They used the phrase "particular cruelty" because he'd wait until his victims were drunk, then bring the hammer down on their heads over and over, and then he would just leave them where they fell. The prosecutor, Yuri Silman, told the court that Alexander drew "particular pleasure and satisfaction" from finishing off his victims as they quote unquote. pleaded for mercy, and then came an unexpected moment. Informer employers had submitted glowing references on his behalf, and the words read aloud in court were "disciplined, and diligent, and polite, and tactful, just written by people who had worked all on side him and never suspected a thing." And Alexander listened from behind the glass and responded, quote-unquote, "Why are you studying me so thoroughly? Just shut up! Why is he even allowed to talk?" And then the families came, the people who'd buried someone because of the Beats of Maniac showed up to the courtroom, and there was a week's of testimony, and every method, every victim, every detail read aloud while the people who loved them listened. And then on October 24th, 2007, the jury returned its verdict, and deliberations lasted roughly two to three hours, and he was guilty on all counts. Reading the full verdict out loud took the four men close to in hour. In the whole time, Alexander had his back pressed against the glass eyes on the floor, and he did not look up. And every seat in the courthouse was taken, and pressed filled the room, and around twenty family members were there as well. And during a recess after the verdict, a young woman broke down crying, and a reporter approached her, and she wouldn't say a word, she just shook her head and turned away. And then five days later, on October 29th, Judge Vladimir Usov handed down the sentence, "Life in prisonment rushes harshest possible punishment." And he was on his feet behind the glass, wrist locked behind him, while Judge Usov delivered sentence. And the court directed him to a hard labor colony, and it also mandated psychiatric treatment for what is described as a personality disorder expressed in a sadistic inclination toward murder. But the judge wasn't offering him shelter, and Alexander knew full well, and the disorder changed nothing about his guilt. And the prosecutor had pushed for something extra in the form of fifteen years of total isolation at the start of the sentence, because of how dangerous Alexander was. And when the judge asked whether Alexander understood the sentence, his reply was short, saying, quote, unquote, "I'm not deaf. I fucking hate this man so much." And Russia's moratorium on capital punishment meant "Life Behind Bars" was the ceiling, like we talked about before, and not everyone in the courtroom accepted that. In Tatiana Lasova stood holding a photograph of her son Vladimir, one of the 48, and she told reporters he'd never grasp the weight of what he took from her, saying, quote, "He should have been treated as an exceptional case and given a death sentence," unquote. And after the sentence, saying Moscow's city prosecutor, Siaman addressed the press, saying, quote, "Justice has been done. The culprit has been held accountable," unquote. And the glass cage was emptied, and the courtroom was then cleared, and Alexander was dealt with in one of the only ways Russian law allowed. But to reach the place where Alexander will spend the rest of his life, you need two days on a train heading north, then crossing over the ob-river, and then 50 kilometers of frozen featureless ground, so there's no roads and nothing to navigate by. And eventually, a settlement appears named "Carp," and it's an urban-type settlement in Russia's Yamalo-Nenets, Autonomous District, above the Arctic Circle. Basically frozen hell, essentially, fewer than 5,000 people live there. And the Polar Owl special regime colony sits at the edge of it, which is one of the harshest penal facilities in Russia, and it's built to hold just over 1,000 inmates, and it currently houses roughly 450. And Polar Owl operates across three distinct sections. Lifers go to the special regime wing, long-term inmates serve under the strict regime, and the last is a settlement colony, which is the closest thing to lenient that the facility offers. And the main compound has four housing blocks, and every one of them holds inmates serving life sentences. And several rows of fencing ring the perimeter, high-voltage wire runs between them and cameras watch from every corner, in guards carry automatic rifles along the outer walls. And every day plays out inside four square meters of concrete, a metal bed, a table, a sink, and a toilet. I think they should have bucked, but that's just me. But you can basically touch every surface without moving your feet in that cell. And that cell holds two inmates, and there's also a barred window, but no one is allowed near it. And standing back, all you can see through it is a narrow strip of sky, and any speaking above a whisper is not allowed. And the daily routine never changes. You wake up at 6 in the morning, exercise at 6.10, roll call at 6.30, breakfast at 7. Outdoor time runs about two hours. The exercise yard is concrete on every side, topped with a metal grate inside of an open sky, only inmates with 10 spotless years earn the right to work, and everyone else reads rights home and waits. And no one has ever escaped out of the polar owl colony. And the facility hasn't logged a single violent incident between inmates in over a decade. And the men, held alongside Alexander, are among the most notorious criminals in Russian history. So needless to say, he is rotting in a quite literal frozen hell. The closest thing, you could come to it. But that April, Russia's Federal Penitentiary Service announced that Alexander had told investigators he wanted to confess to 11 additional killings, men and women, currently unsolved cases. And a month later, he asked to be moved from polar owl to a prison in Mordovia. And the Federal Penitentiary Service, luckily, said no. And by August, prison physicians had evaluated him and cleared him to stay. No medical grounds for transfer, though video link hearings, he went after the Federal Penitentiary Service for 100,000 rubles. And he called it compensation for moral suffering and blamed the Arctic conditions for wrecking his health. And at September of 2025, his appeal of the verdict reached the Supreme Court of the Russian Federation. And he wanted the life sentence replaced with 25 years pointing to what he called mitigating factors, a "full confession." And willingness to cooperate with investigators. And the Supreme Court did not grant the request. And the man, who once called himself almost God, now lives in a cell where he can't speak above a whisper. And the man who killed for recognition exists in a place designed to erase every trace of individuality. And whether that constitutes justice or simply containment is left for you to decide. And unfortunately, I don't think we'll ever know how many people he truly killed. But I'm just glad he's rotting in that prison, personally. But that is it for the chessboard killer case. Please let me know if you want me to deep dive into any other cases down below. Until then, I will see your beautiful face. Okay, stay safe out there. Thanks. Bye. Hello everyone, I'm Elmainen Kokeilu Chopi-Faipiste at Komsivust. I hope you have a great time at the end of the year 23rd. First of all, I would like to share with you that I can make sure that I can make a huge difference in my technicality. 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