Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 109 - The Chessboard Killer: Alexander Pichushkin

Episode Date: October 15, 2018

Alexander Pichushkin insisted he’d killed sixty-three people after being apprehended in 2006 but authorities only had enough evidence to convict him of forty-eight murders. The bodies of other victims had vanished. He killed his first victim in 1992 and didn’t get caught until 2006. Not only was he not remorseful, he was proud. He was disappointed that he wasn’t convicted of killing more people than his idol, Chikatilo, convicted of 52 murders in 1992. His goal was kill 64 - one for every space on a chessboard. Why? Why did he want to kill anyone? Who did he kill? How did he kill them? And how did he get away with it for so damn long? We look into all of this, in another dark, October, true crime edition, of Timesuck. Timesuck is brought to you today by Hims! Get a trial month of Hims for just $5 today right now while supplies last. Go to ForHims.com/TIMESUCK Timesuck is also brought to you today by Audible! Start a 30-day trial and your first audiobook is free. Go to Audible.com/TIMESUCK Or text TIMESUCK to 500500 Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard? We're over 3000 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits. And, thank you for supporting the show by doing your Amazon shopping after clicking on my Amazon link at www.timesuckpodcast.com

The death of his childhood dog, early chest victories against old drunk men in a park adjacent to a depressed government housing project, a fascination with the Rostov-Ripper Andrei Cicatilo, the abandonment by a father in the death of a loving grandfather, and a childhood head injury from a swing. These would be the main ingredients that would mix together would create Alexander Yuravich Poshushkin known to family and friends Asasha known to the world as the chessboard killer aka the Beets of Park Maniac. He sits now in solitary confinement in a Russian prison as he has since his 2007 conviction on 48 murders and three attempted murders.

Poshushkin's trial created intense national debate in Russia regarding reinstating the death penalty. The last person to be executed in Russia was another Moscow serial killer, Sergei Glovkin, aka the Fisher, aka the Boa, convicted of raping and killing 11 young boys between 1986 and 1992, and then given a single shot to the back of his head in 1996. Just like the United States, Russia has had an unfortunate amount of monsters dedicated to exterminating human beings. During his trial, Peshushkin actually insisted he killed 63 people,

but authorities only had enough evidence to convict him of 48. He killed his first victim in 1992, didn't get caught until 2006. Not only was he not remorseful, he was proud. He was disappointed that he wasn't convicted of killing more people than his idol, Chiquitilo convicted of 52 murders in 1992. His goal was 64, one for every space on a chess board. Why? Why did he want to kill anyone?

Who did he kill? How did he kill them? And how did he get away with it for so damn long? We look into all this in another dark October true crime edition of Time Suck Happy Monday time suckers hail Nim! Only him today, he demands it. I'm Dan Cummins, aka the prophet of Nimrod and you are listening to Time Suck. Welcome to the Cult of the Curious. Today's Time Suck is brought to you by Donald McRoddle's Roanoke recluse spider removal.

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Where they didn't use to have fun things like that. Let's dip into the suck that has the ghost of Chikotilo rolling around in his limp, grave, philanthropist, time for Alexander, Yura Vich, Poshushkin, the chessboard killer. Now before we dig into the life of the chessboard killer, let's first dig into the possible relationship between head wounds and violence. Is there really a link? Yes, there's a short answer, there seems to be. While we don't have the exact date, we do know that when Alexander was a little kid, he

fell off a swing set, suffered a head wound of unknown severity, just like, we're going to find out Richard Ramirez also had that kind of insane injury. Man, swing sets, man, less swings, less zero killers, maybe a push, you can never take into a doctor, but he did suffer blurred vision and brief motor control impairment. Got his bell rang. Sounds like a concussion for sure. But after the accident, family, friends and neighbors, you know,

he wasn't taking to the hospital, they would see dramatic changes in his behavior. The previously shy kid was now quick to grow angry. He soon became very prone to violence, which was very unlike him, was his head wound, at least partly to blame for the person he would become. Probably. Recent research out of Vanderbilt University released in December of 2017 determined that brain lesions increased the risk of a person committed to crime.

The findings were published in the proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences. Neuroscientists began looking into the link between brain injuries and violent acts way back with the case of Charles Whitman, who was the Texas Tower sniper. 1996, the former Marine sniper took a rifle, climbed an observation tower on the campus of the University of Texas, where he shot 11 passer- by below dead until he was subdued by police. He killed 16 that day total, including his wife and mother. After his death and autops, he revealed he had a brain tumor, but did it contribute or even lead to the murders free?

There's a very good chance it did. Other serial killers have suffered brain injuries, either from a fall accident or physical abuse, including Ed Kemper, Jerry Brudos, Gary Hydenick, a son that we've sucked already, such as John Wayne Gacy and Ed Geen, and their injuries probably did contribute to their crimes. Researched by Ryan Darby, MD, a system professor of neurology at Vanderbilt University Medical Center, showing compelling evidence that lesions in one particular brain network can increase the risk of criminal behavior, was technically known as acquired sociopathie. It's the first brain mapping study linking legions to a higher propensity of criminal acts,

a lesion being abnormal brain tissue, which can't occur as the result of trauma, tumor, or stroke. What the study found is that lesions occurring in a number of different places, such as the frontal lobe, can contribute to the likelihood of a person committing a crime. The researchers attribute 14% of violent crime to being committed with someone with a frontal lobe injury. And while this was the first brain mapping study to link head trauma and violence, it's not the first overall study to link to two, not even close. This study just confirms data linking head injuries and violence discovered in many

previous studies, such as a 2014 study that found that 20% of 249 mass murder cases investigated by the researchers were committed by someone with a head injury. In another 2011 study, researchers followed a group of ninth graders from four schools in Flint, Michigan, and to Young adulthood. They conducted annual interviews over eight years in years five and six. Participants were asked if they had ever sustained a head injury. Those who said yes, about 23% reported a statistically significant amount of more violent behavior in your eight of the study. Another study from 1986 looked at 15 death row inmates, found that all of them

had experienced a traumatic head injury in childhood. A 1996 report looked at 279 Vietnam War veterans who suffered penetrating brain injuries and found that those with damage to a particular part of the frontal cortex definitely demonstrated more aggression. And the research goes on and on and on. There's the whole NFL controversy around this, you know, head injuries and how they can change people and change their behavior, the whole air in Hernandez case, the guy in the former Titan for

the Patriots, who came a murderer. There's actually a criminal rights group now called headforthetruth.org that is actually fighting to have a significant previous head injury be a legal reason for a significant reduction in prison sentencing for violent crimes. If you normally get 25 years for premeditated murder, head for the truth.org wants you to be legally allowed to be sent to prison for no more than 20% of your original sentence. If you've ever had a head injury, serious enough to lose consciousness. You don't only get like five years instead of 25.

They'd be spent at home arrests, like a home arrest situation instead of jail, or prison where private doctors could monitor your brain and give you treatment. And another clause would prevent you from ever being charged with multiple instances of the same type of crime, if this all went through. So like if you killed 10 people, you could only be charged for one of the murders

and never get more than five years of home arrest for that murder. And in some cases, just six months probation. It's controversial, but I do get the logic. If you have a head injury, you know, it's not your fault. If you kill people and you shouldn't get in trouble, if you'd like to donate to head for the truth.org, I want you to turn off this podcast and I want you to reevaluate your fucking life. I want you to think about all your life choices, let up to you thinking that would even remotely be a good idea. That's nonsense. There's not a group fighting to let people get away with murder

because they had a concussion when they were a kid. But you know, the concussion could have led them to possibly be going murder. Back to reality, back to reality. Just for a second, I imagine somebody were like, what in the fuck is he advocating? So how could these injuries contribute to violent behavior? Well, there's there's several coexisting theories. The vulnerable amygdala located within the interior temporal lobe pairs of motions with thoughts, damage to the amygdala can lead to proper poor, excuse me, lead to poor impulse control, violent behavior. I'm still thinking about that, head for the truth, that orc.

Damage to the frontal lobe impairs the ones ability to regulate limbic input, the limbic system supports a variety of functions, including emotion, behavior, motivation, long-term memory, emotional life, it's largely housed in the limbic system. Someone with frontal lobe, damage often reacts impulsively and even violently. Damage specific neurotransmitter systems also causes impulse problems in traumatic brain injury patients.

When the locus serulias in the forebrain is injured, it can lead to elevations in Neuropean Fuckin what No, I don't even know. I don't know. It's N O R E P I N E P H R I N E Forgot to look up the pronunciation for that one because I didn't look so complicated when I first glanced at it Neurope referee whatever it is Increased levels of that shit have been correlated with aggressiveness and impulse who decides what these fucking words are by the way

Who is on the word committee? It's like, you know what? Let's get 75 fucking consonants in this thing Why not no one else? It's not taken. It's not it's not taken. We can say it's no refer ever ever been Just fucking make people say that. That'd be fun. Basically our brains are very, very important, very, very complex and getting them banged around causes us to, you know, no work is good no more. Our brains are powerful, organic computers,

you know, regularly how we see things feel and so much more. So it makes sense that if you damage it, it's not gonna perform as well. So it did before damage it. It's like, I feel like it's like dropping a phone. You drop it enough times, maybe it's not gonna, you know, maybe the buttons are gonna push it's easy.

It's kind of scary, right? Like one, I've seen about this, one bed blow to your thought melon, and suddenly you cannot be you anymore. Or not to you, you used to be, you know, like you hurt your arm, you might, you might lose your arm, but you're still you. You still have your same personality identity for the most,

but you know, I hurt your spine, you might lose the use of your legs, but you're still you. You still have your same personality identity for the most, but you know, I hurt your spine, you might lose the use of your legs, but you know, it's still you inside, but you hurt your head. You might just not be you anymore. I can fucking wipe your memories, wipe your personality. I mean, isn't that what your identity is? You know, you may never be able to regulate emotions,

aggression the same way ever again. Ugh, one of the things your brain does when it's working correctly is remind you not to act on every impulse you feel, including violent impulses. Thank God for that. I've been so much trouble with my brain taking impulse control vacation.

If you've ever listened to any of my standup, you know that I think about a lot of dark shit, a lot of aggressive stuff like murdering strangers for minor etiquette infractions. Now, moments of anger, especially like anger combined with a lack of proper sleep, maybe a little, maybe a little little blood sugar. I get post-recently mad at people for doing things.

I think that makes them an asshole. Like loudly talking on the speaker phone in a public place, a restaurant, you know, or not saying, excuse me when they bump into me or chewing with their mouth open in any place for any reason. When I think about killing them, I know I'm not really gonna kill them.

It's fantasy, but what if the part of my brain is like, hey, this is a fantasy? That would not be good thing to do. You could go to prison for a long time. What if that brain was like, eh, we're out. We're done. See ya. Good luck. Good luck in the future. Well, for some people, that's exactly what happens. We love to say stuff like, I don't give a fuck or I'm fresh out of fucks to give, but some people truly don't have a fuck to give. They're neurologically incapable of giving a fuck. And you combine that brain with the right motive and opportunity, right to environment,

raise that brain in the wrong home or place where you got a monster on your hands, a real life monster. And before we move forward with the events leading up to the monster, we're talking about today, Alexander Prasushkin and his head injury. Let's take a quick look at some other killers

whose lives may have been tragically altered by an accident or some abuse. I mentioned Richard Ramirez. Remember when we talked about how age two, the suck subject Ramirez sustained a significant injury to his head when a dresser fell on top of him, causing a laceration, which required 30 stitches. And then at age five, knocked out by a swing in the park. And that head injury caused him to suffer epileptic seizures, which remained until he was a teenager.

At age six, another stuck subject, John Wayne Gacy, that killer clown was beaten unconscious by his father, Will in the broomstick. At age 11, struck in the head with a swing, fucking swings, man. Although not diagnosed until he was 16, resulted in hemisuffering blackouts. Too many swings. Can I get rid of swings? In 1960, future suck subject, I'm sure, six-year-old David Berkowitz ran into the road outside his childhood home,

struck by a car, suffered unspecified head injuries, a few months later ran into a wall, again suffered head injuries. At age eight, hit on the head with a pipe. We'll see you to four inch gash. The age of seven years old, future suck subject. I'm sure heavily requested Albert Fish fell from a cherry tree cause severe head trauma, caused him to suffer from dizzy spells and severe headaches the rest of his life. Another previous suck subject, Ed Geen, claimed that his violent alcoholic father would beat

him about the head so hard his ears would ring. And so many others, you know, Robert Jolong, the classified ad rapist suffered serious head injuries in his early years at the age of five knocked unconscious when he fell from a swing, fucking swings. age six, he lost several teeth suffered a concussion when he crashed his bicycle head first into a park car. Hey, just seven. I'm not making this up. Fell off a pony. He's a nice sickle headfirst into a park car. Hey, just seven.

I'm not making this up. Fell off a pony. They left him with a concussion and dizzy spells. Naja for weeks. Pony's. Finally, the pony in serial killer connection revealed. That's, you know, that's probably why they call ponies the devil's little murder horse.

Small and stature, large and evil. The highway soccer Henry Lee Lucas claims to have received numerous head injuries between the ages of five and ten Most significant was when he was seven and his mom hit him across the back of his head using a two by four Big old block of wood that put him in a coma for three days Caused significant damage to the prefrontal lobe of his brain. I'm guessing it also caused him to listen carefully Every time his mother told him to do something for the rest of his life man also caused him to listen carefully every time his mother told him to do something for the rest of his life.

Man, and it's recently released biography confession of a serial killer, former suck Dennis BTK Raider, stated that as an infant, his mother accidentally dropped him on the head, and that he stopped breathing in term blue. Finally, Gary Green River killer Rijuei had his head beaten repeatedly by his mother while grown up. Every time she aggressively cleaned his wing after wetting the bed clean, we call back. Been too long since mom will Ridgeway snuck into with suck to do some wings scrub in clean, we. Okay, other

thing Gary Ridgeway that list was real. And there were a ton of names that left off because it was getting repetitive. But man, all the swing stuff, all the swing stuff. Now let's find out where Alexander the chessboard killer, Poshushkin's head injury helped lead him today in our time suck timeline. Shrap on those boots soldier. We're marching down a time suck timeline. time line. 1963 11 year old Natasha Poshushkinna, future mother of the chess board killer,

moves into a two room apartment on the fifth floor of a new drab soul, crushing communist housing project in the Konekovo district of Moscow, around half an hour from downtown, the building she moved into is one of many virtually identical five story buildings, known as muskabytes. of Moscow around half an hour from downtown. The building she moved into is one of many virtually identical five-story buildings known as Muscovites. As the Khrushchevky named after the premier, Nikita Khrushkiv. They were the basically like the Soviet Union's first large-scale public housing projects. They put them all over Russia. These basic buildings, dark, damp, charmless, I mean, they're really like, when you look at pictures of them, you're like, ah, that would suck to live there. Overflowing with tennis, very crout within, you know, they're really like when you look at pictures of you, you're like, ah, that would suck to live there.

Overflowing with tennis, very crap within, you know, just who's internal levels of hope and happiness probably matched the environment they existed in. The neighborhood was referred to by Moscow residents as Zopamita or asshole of the world. It's her story, which, but it's, but it's not the assholes of the world. As many as you know, many of you know, uh, Roswell not the assholes the world as many as you know many of you know Roswell, New Mexico is the world's blood hole. We've proven that on the suck previously Poshush can lived in some communist projects. Yeah, dump people would be born there They live out their whole lives working and raising a family there. They die there Often their lives, you know would be lived without ever ever leaving their small little neighborhood

Residents may not have agreed have agreed but for all intents and purposes, you know, it was a defacto prison. But nearby, there was the refuge of a Beatsivisky Park, aka Beatsapark. Alexander's future killing grounds, this is a 3000 acre park, more of like a wildlife refuge in a park, it's enormous. For the sake of comparison,

New York Central Park covers 843 acres. This is 3000 acres. In the Beats of Park, just a six minute walk, just a little short walk from the Tasha's department. So there is that. As it was custom for families in common, it's Russia the time when Natasha grew up and started her own family in the mid 70s. Her parents let her stay in the apartment and they just moved into a smaller unit, a one

room apartment nearby. April 9, 1974, Alexander Pashushkin is born as mother Natasha would affectionately call him Sasha. Before Alexander reaches first birthday, 1975, his father, whose name neither Alexander or Natasha ever revealed to the press abandoned his son, probably realized that this little Gremlins got smarter than his eyes.

He's like, dad, out. Several years later Natasha met another unnamed man who also stuck around just long enough to get her pregnant with Katya. Alexander's half-sister born in 1922. And then for nearly the next two decades, Natasha spent most of her time tirelessly working to provide for her children. Luckily for Natasha, she didn't have to raise her kids completely alone since her parents did remain close by. Even with only the three of them, just, you know, just living together there, just with a three of them in this place, conditions were already cramped in this tiny apartment.

It's two bedrooms. And one of the bedrooms doubled as the living room. So really one bedroom. That feels like some communist nonsense. It's a two bedroom park. One bedroom also kitchen and living room in bathroom. Alexander slept on the couch in the bedroom living room. Years later, when he still hadn't moved out and caught you,

started a family of around Natasha, slept alone on a queen size bed, 10 feet from her son while caught you, shared the master bedroom with her husband, also named Alexander and their son, Sergey. Communism, sounds fun. If you want to listen to a real nightmare of a Soviet child, listen to Chikotilo's second. Hear about the living hell that were large parts of Ukraine under Stalin. Alexander grew up poor, but he didn't grow up watching people literally starve to death poor.

Neighbors would remember the young Alexander Prostuskin as a shy, but good nature child. He seemed no different than the other children in the area. Nothing unusual. Didn't stand out, played in the park with other kids As a young boy, he liked to collect a commemorative pins Which apparently was a common hobby for children growing up in the Soviet Union, which which reads is terribly sad for me What did you do as a kid trade baseball cards race BMX bikes playing in Tendo? I Collect Russian commemorative pins

Okay, what what what kind of favorite pin Plain and Tando? I collect Russian commemorative pins. Okay. What kind of... Favorite pin was 1918 mascara, Olympic weightlifting sports pin. I have every cool pin. I can't be a small, small, small fly weight Russian God medalist. I have a Sultan Saburovich, Rakhmanov, Super Heavyweight Russian God Middle East. I have a Sultan, a suburb of each Rakmonov, Super Heavyweight, Russian God Middle East. Leonid Archiveach, Tartanko, Russian Heavyweight God Middle East. I had three best pills and then

Mother Trade, three Pins for Weeks Supply of Bread, and no have to sleep with projects to advise or to play rent for a month. I had good childhood. And one day, Alexander Prachutian's childhood became not so good. He suffered that head injury we talked about earlier. He was in that big beats apart playing on swing, playing on fucking that, you know, that super curial, serial killer factory known as a swing. When he fell backwards off it, which was always my fear as a kid, fell him right off the back of a swing.

And then while Peshushkensak confused on the ground, the swing swung back and hit him directly in the forehead, hard enough to really ring his bell again. So we got front and back of the head, left him wobbled and disorientated, rocked out brain around and his holster. I had a bad swing accident when I was a kid. I think I've talked about it on this stuff before.

I was on a rope, like a tire swing when the rope broke. I was by myself swinging back and forth and then hit my head on a rock and it knocked me the fuck out. Like knock me unconscious. I don't even know what part of my head it hit. I guess maybe back of the head too. No joke. Welcome literally seen double wicked headache.

Naja, seriously disorientated. I'll never forget that like just crazy walk back to my mom's house because it wasn't a parker school Just some dudes like in house that have rope swing down the road Fucking riggins Yeah classic incution must have been around 10 came home crying my mom's My mom told me go lie down taking that But I was gonna keep wanting about it. I thought for years that was actually the worst advice you could give someone who just been knocked out, go lie down and take a nap, maybe you'll wake up,

maybe not. Tease my mom for years. Turns out taking a nap actually is okay after concussion. If you're lucid, if you're up talking, you're conscious, you're able to walk around, it actually can help your brain recuperate. So maybe my nap kept me from turning into a murderer. Just left me with a dark and violent sense of humor and said, you know, maybe my head

injury is what created the dude who talks about this kind of shit all the time. Teasing about spiders instead of being a murderer. Anyway, without money for proper medical consultation, Alexander Prasius can never take a new doctor when he could walk. He was told he was fine. He said he was not fine. His egg was scrambled into a eye want to hurt and murder omelet.

The previously shy child became quick to anger, often scared in his schoolmates and friends in the park with his newly violent nature, doing a lot of creepy stuff. Now years later, after he was captured medical experts with site as incident with the swing as a key moment in his metamorphosis into a monster, they think that the swing incident damaged the frontal cortex in the still developing brain

of Peshushkin, the part of the brain that contains neurons that interact with dopamine. Essentially, it's the pleasure giving part of the brain. Also controls how a person deals with reward, happiness, motivation, and more. The injury seemed to affect his performance in school as well. Following his accident, Alexander Peshushkin begin to get bullied, verbally and physically at school. His classmates ridiculed him for being slow. They would often bluntly call him retarded. Natasha noticed that her son was struggling not only with school,

but also social aspects of childhood. Attempted to teach him herself to build his confidence but it didn't make a difference. Events she had for trying to help him herself. She opted to remove him from school and enrolled him in a school for children with learning difficulties. Doctors could not diagnose just what disability he had and he became increasingly withdrawn

and troubled. And then Alexander's grandfather saw how much of a struggle school was for him, what it was doing to his self-esteem, and good grandpa, As Natasha, if Alexander could live with him, take him under his wing, and then his grandfather encouraged Pashushkin to look for fulfillment outside of school each day after school to two would head to beats the park. And one particular corner of the park, men would gather to drink vodka, talk and play chess, and Alexander loved hanging out with his papa. And these old vodka drinking chess players more than he liked hanging out in school.

We started, started to get pretty good at chess By the time he's a teenager, Pashushkin was whooping his grandpa's drinking buddies at the chess table Which was great for his self-esteem For the first time Pashushkin felt the respective others he found a place to thrive and that sadly would be the happiest time of his life And then just a few years after moving in with Papa his grandfather died, and young Alexander's life fell apart. Sorry, I don't have exact dates for those moments in the young Alexander's life. They're just as surprisingly very, very little written

about his early life in books or interviews or anything. After his grandfather's death, he moved back in with his mother, Natasha, into that very crowded two room apartment. And he brought with him his grandfather's dog who he loved dearly. The dog is never named in anything either. Even interviews.

He'll just read this dog, but he loved it. It was his last connection to his grandfather and to the happy days of beaten drunk old chess in the park. And Alexander was also beginning to drink heavily himself as a teenager for many Russian men drinking vodka together as a way of bonding, but for but church can he just he just drank alone. And he also got way into pornography, probably not a good combo for a teen drinking alone watching porn.

And then Alexander's beloved dog dies for unknown reasons. Based on what we'll hear him say about at the end of the episode, I don't think it was natural causes. And then it seems like this was the last shred of or the last shred of his compassion died with this dog. Now he starts bringing a video camera with him to beets apart and starts recording himself scaring young kids. Not a good sign, a little bit of a red flag. He loved to watch his little home movies later, you know, taken particular pleasure in reliving their frightened expressions. One time, I guess he dangled a little kid out

of a several story high window by his ankles. As the kids squirmed and screamed, but Shushkin took great delight in explaining to him that his life was entirely in Alexander's hands. He reportedly said, you are in my power now. I'm going to drop you from window and you will fall 15 meters to your death. I'm sure that was fun for that kid, right? Uh, I must have been strange to hear about Alexander's arrest years later. Think about how close he came to dying that day. That's when you know your kid is a strong candidate to become a future serial killer. When their hobbies are drinking alone, watching a lot of porn, and recording themselves

scaring kids at the park and dangling kids out of windows, that kid does not go on to become a doctor just even one out of a hundred times, or a lawyer or any sort of respected member of the community. Best case, I feel like that kid grows up to work as like a butcher or maybe get a job at an animal shelter, put in pets down. Now let's jump to July 27th, 1992. Actual dates. Yep, we're finally going to date now in the timeline again. Uh, we will have them pretty regular. I feel like we're the rest of the timeline now. His childhood, not properly documented, but a lot of his crimes were like his first murder.

Alexander's 18 years old attending a vocational school to learn a trade when he asked a school friend, Mikhail Odechuk, to accompany him on a quote, killing expedition. You know, as high school buddies do, man, you want to go fishing after school? No, you want to come over to house and drink and watch porn Until my mom comes home. No, no, how about we go kill someone then It's like a classic episode of Leave It To Beaver. Just a classic coming of age story the old murder and stranger with your buddy Just gee Wally, can you just let me and Eddie just kill someone? You don't have to come along. Just don't tell. Are you crazy? What if mom finds out? Then we'll just kill her too, Wally. I, Bive, I don't like it, but I'm no rat. A few days prior, Alexander had tested the waters with Odechuk and told

him that he intended to kill somebody. Odechuk thought he was joking. Uh, yeah, I would imagine you would when Alexander believed that Odechuk was not going to turn him in or was going to stop him. He invited Odechuk to tag along as Alexander looked for a victim. Oh, Pertuskin was pumped, I guess, you know, he talked about it later, you know, and he thought he found a kindred spirit to kill him, buddy. Wouldn't you be my killing buddy? Thank you, Paul, you're swell. I'll let it chuck again, assumes that Alexander's joking.

Headed out with him, and then as the two young men walking along the oblivious Moscow streets, the Pachuchka starts pointing out just possible victims. Like, maybe I got him, maybe I got him. People he's identifying as being weak or vulnerable. I'll let Chuck realize this is not a game. He gets nervous. He makes up an excuse for heading home and Peshush confirmly insisted he stay.

Peshushin would reveal all this later in court testimony. And when Alexander realizes Odechuk is not a kindred spirit, he decides that he is the weak one and he flies into rage against his new friend and young Mikhail Odechuk is the first person murdered by the chessboard killer.

And his trial Alexander would speak of his first kill saying, these first murder, it's like first love, it's unforgettable. Exactly how he murdered Alexander, not revealed, and anything I found, just it says his body was found battered by the police. Odds are, he probably followed the same modus operandi. He would use over and over and later killings where he would surprise victims with a hard blow with the blunt object to the back of their head. And then sometimes you'll follow that, which was repeated blows. Artichuk's body was found a few hours later, other classmates told the police to be in

with Alexander that day. All signs point to Alexander being guilty. The police then interview Alexander Prachushkin, but he denies everything. And then with no hard evidence and the crazy amount of red tape, I guess existed in the Soviet Russian bureaucracy, they just let him go. As the body of Mikhail Odichuk is buried days later, the investigation is dropped

and Alexander Przuchkin's remains a free man. This reminds me of Chikotilo. Remember that first murder of his? It was the young girl he lured into his murder cabin in 1978, nine-year-old Lena, Azaknova, stabbed into filed. The police find her body two days later and then find her belongings in Cicatilo Shaq. They find blood drops on the ground near the front door of a Shaq, but his wife gives him a bullshit alibi and they just like, okay, we good enough, sorry, for bother you.

They rest some other dude based on the fact he had no alibi and he had a prior murder conviction and they just kill him instead. Right. It's crazy. And then Chikotilo would kill over 50 more people. Similar story with Alexander. The police had a chance to stop him right away, right after that first kill, but lazy detective work just lets him just, you know, continue. Just like how almost getting caught that first time kept Chikotilo from killing again for years, the same seems to be true for Poshushkin. By his own admission, he would not kill again for nine years. Alexander Poshushkin left his vocational school shortly

after this, got a job as a shelf-stacker in a nearby grocery store that he would keep for the rest of his free life. And then for years, he just led a repetitive, depressing existence. Just he'd go to work at the market in the morning, come home to the little apartment, you know, he'd take the train to work,

come back like a little subway train, and then just living this little apartment, he would share with his mother and sister, and then mother and sister and brother-in-law, and then nephew for the rest of his free life, all cramped in there, and he'd spend the night drinking, watching tons of porn.

Hopefully not in front of his mom and sister, that would add another demented twist to the story. Uh, hopefully not in front of his mom and sister, that would, that would add another dimension twist to the story, just, Alexander, what I tell you about porn. I'm grown man, mother, I watch what I want watch. Must you also get drunk and juke to porn in my house. My life, mother, my life. But we share room, Alexander, can you not jerk in bathroom? Like respectable Russian boy.

A jerk, or a choose jerk, mother, I grown man, please hand me towel. I really for sleep now. Also in 1992, Alexander obsessed with the trial of Andre Chikotilo, the butcher of Rostov, perhaps the details of that trial inspired that first murder. But Chikotilo starts to fantasize about becoming a infamous serial killer, but Chikotkin learns from Chicatilo that it is possible for a serial killer if they're careful enough to remain free and active for many years, and possibly decades. Remember Chicatilo was active for just under 22 years. For Poshushkin, under Chicatilo becomes an inspiration, becomes determined to then to get more kills than the Rostov Ripper.

He finds his passion. Alexander Poshushkin believed that it would be easy to kill more than Chikotilo because in his mind, he was a genius, as demonstrated by his early success with chess. And so Prishushkin devises a killing plan, a simple but clever enough to leave no trace or sign that points back to him. He finds a place, the perfect place to commit his heinous crimes and dispose of the bodies. How crazy is this? I can't think of ever coming across a similar goal-orientated serial killer like this.

I feel like most of the ones we've sucked so far killed on some six sexual compulsion, like Dahmer, Casey Ramirez, Golden State Killer, Toybox Killer, Ridgeway, Bundy Moore, Ed Geen, the fiend of planes field or whatever that was a utter maniac wanted to make a skin suit. All right, the Zodiac killer seemed to kill mainly to taunt police about his kills after he'd committed them, seemed to relish the power. For Alexander, it's like he was playing a video game and he just wanted the high score or like he was some kind of extreme athlete and wanted the world record.

Clearly, he's a fucking sociopath. You don't put a plan like that in place if there is even a tiny shred of empathy living inside you. On May 17, 2001, nearly nine years after that first kill, Alexander Prasiusch can ready to put his plan in motion. He's been plotting for nearly a decade. He returns to the familiar corner of Beatsapark, where his grandfather had brought him along to play chess, where old men continued to drink vodka and play and hang out and

talk and all that. One of these men is Yigenevi Pronen. Like Pashushkin, Pronen was a drunk, a park drunk living in the outskirts of society. Pashushkin invites him to walk to the park with him. Alexander told him it was the anniversary of his beloved dog's death and he wished to visit the grave and pay his respects. This was like his, he would manipulate people with his story, but I, I go, I miss dog. I had great dog with goal. You know, have a drink for dog. I just, so manipulative, uh, playing with people's emotions. When, when they reached the lonely spot where Alex said he buried his dog years ago,

Poshushkin produces a bottle of vodka, offers pruning to drink while we don't know what Poshushkin's chosen weapon was on this particular occasion. We do know that later on he would use metal rods or even the vodka bottles themselves to smash the skulls of his victims. And all likelihood he smashes the back of the proponents head with the vodka bottle. Definitely with the blunt object. And then and then halls his lice his body to a nearby well and then dumps the body down it.

And then his body plummets 30 feet into the dirty water below and his plan is working. In a matter of minutes, he'd killed a stranger, he had no ties to and then completely disposes of the body, leaving no evidence of a murder behind. Well, it might seem like a well would be a terrible place to dump a body because you know, it's hard to stink

and then people would eventually find it. Not this well. This will fed into the sewer system of the park. So Alexander Neuwater was doing it. It was a brilliant disposable, disposable, excuse me, system. The Moscow sewer system, the well drained into was vast and winding, went on for miles and miles and miles.

It's a body's ever washed up in a place where someone might notice them and that in itself was highly unlikely. It would be almost impossible to trace that body back to that location and beat the park. And so the deaths looked like the, when also, excuse me, the deaths looked like It would be almost impossible to trace that body back to that location in Beatsapark. And so the deaths looked like the, when also, excuse me, the deaths looked like they could just be accidents.

It's just a little blunt trauma to the back of the head. These people weren't shot, stabbed, or excessively beaten. And a lot of times they didn't even die from the initial blow. It's like they would be, you know, they'd fall down on the well and then the fall would kill them or they would drown down there in the water. So following the death of, you get to be prone in, Alexander Prashushkin finds that fall down in the well and then the fall would kill them or they would drown down there in the water. So following the death of you get a you get a be prone in Alexander Prasushkin finds that killing comes easy over the next eight weeks.

He would lure nine more unsuspecting victims down to their watery deaths. Not knowing how many of those dumped down the well by Prasushkin were dead when they landed or just merely unconscious. You know, again, you know, probably like days by their injury, they probably just drown in the darkness, further complicating this murder investigation. They wouldn't even happen for years. There would be no investigation for a long time. After each attack, Alexander would rush back to the small shared apartment on, you know, that he shared with his family, that he would live in his entire free life.

And that apartment, he would live in right up until he would get caught and he would just move from one cell to another. And when he would come home after a murder, he, murder, excuse me, he'd live in right up until he could get caught and he just, you know, when he would just move from one cell to another. And when he would come home after a murder, he, murder, excuse me, he would carefully take out his most prized possession, a chessboard, and then he would black out one of the squares. Um, or I guess on the black squares, you know, make some other kind of marking. Uh, Alexander was methodical when it came to selecting his victims, since it was not a sexual crime more really of a just fucked up game. The only criteria was how easily he could get away with killing them.

So he just, you know, would look for more outcast in his neighborhood. He'd look for drunks, the homeless and wanted. He would look for magicians, wreck league bowlers, clarinet players, fanny pack collectors, jazz, aficionados, pipe smokers, unicycle riders, jugglers, mimes, you know, the lowest of the low. Scum of the earth. Obviously, Kennedy about the magicians and everything since then. How interesting would that be if he only, you know, like there's still color who only targeted people who, you know,

smoked via a pipe or magicians? For the next three, I make you disappear to the copper field. Producers can target people that society would not miss right away. If ever, and even if a family member did care now, if I have to wait in there, the requisite three days, you had to wait in Russia at that time before someone officially became a missing person, they would have to then head to the local police station,

whether it was file a missing person's report that would get placed at the bottom of a, who gives a shit pile? Police and Moscow at the time were fucking terrible. They were known more for drinking and bribe taking than doing any kind of actual detective work. And this is why no one makes any connections or notices the number of missing people being reported that, you know, notices that it was increasing because nobody cared. You know, I'll have examples coming up here soon. The police absolutely

atrocious in this, in this suck today. Alexander was, I'm sure, aware of the apathetic attitudes of most local police officers. He also knew there was a ridiculous amount of red tapes around the investigations. He knew that the police were understaffed, underpaid. And this just all creates a perfect storm for him just to continue to fly under the radar

and just kill it will. So like 21st 2001, Alexander Prasiuskens initial killings free culminates with the disappearance of Victor Volkov. These Prasuciuskin's 11th victim in just over two months. After Volkov's murder, Alexander slows down but does not stop killing.

Also in 2001, he decides Victor decides that he, uh, excuse me, Alexander decides he's not interested in just killing strangers. He makes a list of 39 acquaintances. This is so crazy. 39 acquaintances, he also wanted to murder. Saying later, the closer person is to you,

the more pleasant it is to kill them. It's more emotional. My God. And to show how little he gave shit about killing these strangers and acquaintances, he made an effort to kill them early in the afternoon so he can make it home by eight thirty p.m. to watch his favorite soap opera

a french historical drama called the duchess they a month ago got for bits and park murder get in the way the duchess on for uh... for a fibrillary twenty third two thousand two uh... persue's can win after an acquaintance and almost backfired when she didn't die. Don't worry, thanks to more shitty place work and no one given a shit about the life of the average Russian living in one of these project departments today's timeline

will continue for quite some time. This story is bananas. The story of Maria Vercieva, that February, this young woman, Maria Vercieva, comes to Alexander Poshushkin's attention. She had grown up in Tatarstan, also known as the Republic of Tatarstan, a very rural area of the Russian Federation where jobs are scarce, home of the Tatar. Or actually sometimes it's called Tatar's, depending on which pronunciation guide you look at.

The correct version seems to be Tatar's. Years earlier, the Mongol Empire established by Genghis Khan would become allied with the Tatar's. And like the Mongols, their warriors were excellent when it came to fight it on horseback, one of the several minority ethnic groups living in Russia. But today, we're not here to talk about the Tatar's or the, you know, Tatar's sauce. They become mostly known for. Fish and chips and light full sauce invented are the Tatar's primary contributions to modern life.

I do remember hearing that saying a lot is a kit where you haven't lived until you fished and chipped and dipped in Tatar Stan. Obviously that's a lame joke. They didn't invent Tatar sauce and that's not even a remotely catchy saying or a song. It doesn't even rhyme. It doesn't even have a rhythm. No one ever said that until now. Realizing that the only way to support herself was to move to Moscow and bitterly aware

that she could not afford the necessary expensive workpapers and permits that the tar Maria Vetterceva became an illegal immigrant in her own country, became an illegal immigrant in Moscow. Super weird since the tar stand, part of the Russian Federation that time. That's like being from Oregon

and then not being allowed to work in California. But they, just the way that they, you know, I can regulate it everything and Russia was insane. Russia, what the country? Maria lived a very lonely existence in Moscow. She had to be very careful that no one discovered her legal status. She was found best case scenario would be deportation, worst case to be imprisonment.

And then she meets Alexander Prachushkin. She's living this lonely lifestyle for a while and then she's also pregnant. So I guess she didn't spend all of her time alone. Some other dude just takes off. That seems to be a theme in the story. Just, you know, dude's getting ladies pregnant and never sticking around. This doesn't bother Prachushkin and he be friends. You know, I guess what is he care? He'll throw anyone down a well, you know, lady, pregnant lady, whatever. If anything, a pregnant lady would be more appealing probably when it came to his Chikotilo competition. It'd be a two for one, one truck to the park, one push into a well, and you go home and you black out two chessboards squares just in time to watch the Duchess.

She was coming, it's later say, I understood immediately that she was upset and offered her company. He's speaking through a microphone when he said that in his glass in defense cage in the court, while he used vodka to lure most of his male victims to the well, he said he would use a different tactic when it came to women. He would say women always need to have financial interest to lure Vetter Cheva, but Shushkin tells her the several boxes of brand new contraband camera stats deep inside the park. He knew with the baby on the way and no father in the picture she needed money. I mean, he knew this personally. It was his own mother story. So he tells Maria that if she's she'll help him move this merchandise,

she can keep half the profit for herself. She herself would later verify this in court when producers can finally apprehended. So Maria agrees to go on a walk with Alexander to get the cameras. She goes with him to his favorite isolated corner of Beatsapar, you know, a place where he'd bring people to talk about a dog and fucking bash him over the head along the way he does offer her vodka you know just you know he didn't not use vodka at all with women being pregnant though she refuses so the so he takes a swig himself and and you know get build up the liquid courage needed to try and kill her he lifts a manhole cover off this well, he's dumping people in, and tells Vera Chiavets

to come closer, telling her he has the contraband, they've come for hidden inside, when she approaches he just grabs her, and this fucking shoves her down the well. She manages to grab the rim of the opening, and then he grabs her by the hair and smashes her head into the well's concrete walls repeatedly, just bashing her head into the side until she lets go and falls. And then she would hear, Pashushkin yell, as she's falling, just take a bath there. She'd later say that to the court. After falling about eight meters down into the well, just over 26 feet down, she lands in a sewage pipe about one meter in diameter, little over three feet with a stream running

through it about, you know, 70 centimeters, 27 inches deep. The little stream has a strong current and the powerful flow carries her far away from where she's landed, just like it had carried the bodies of other chessboard killer victims. But unlike other victims, she's not dead. After several seconds under water sheets, she manages to, you know, come to the surface and catch a breath, she's able to remove her jacket and boots to free herself, eventually able to plant her feet and hands on the side of the pipe to keep from being swept away.

And that's the only reason she's still alive. If she'd allowed the current to continue to carry her, she would have drowned in a section of the pipe completely filled with water. She's able to find another concrete well with an iron ladder running up the side. It's amazing that she lived. She clambers her way up to the top only to be met by the 40 kilogram, almost 90 pound iron manhole cover. There was on the top of these wells.

She can't lift it enough to get out, but she can, you know, I guess, you know, scream loud enough to have a woman hear her cries. And that woman alerts two park security guards who then come over, take off the cover, lift the trembling half naked woman out from the well and call an ambulance. She's taken to the hospital, both she and her unborn child actually survived the attack. When police arrive at the hospital to question her, she provides them with a detailed description of the attack and of Pashushkin, who she knew by name. And all they have to do now is go question Pashushkin and the entire case is cracked wide

open, a serial killer is caught, and now he's sitting in prison with a much lower body count, but they do not act on her information. No, instead, they asked to see her immigration papers. And when they learn that she doesn't have any, and they realize that they're going to have to deal with a lot of paperwork, they give her a choice. They inform her that they will ignore her illegal presence in Moscow. If she will drop her claim that she has been assaulted holy shit. Russian police man historically incredibly corrupt and just inept.

What a sad example just being lazy and incompetent. Listen, I get it, it's no fun to be tossing well. It's not enjoyable for you to have hit it. I get it, it's not fun to be tossing well. It's not enjoyable for you to have headache. I get it. I get it. But here thing, if you press charge, then we have many paperwork. Then now we have her head also.

You know who needs more her head? Why more heads need be herted? And look, you're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to be in Moscow. You're supposed to be in the Tatarstan making fish dip. So you're not press charge. We're not sent back to land of sauce. Have vodka.

Have vodka. It'll help you and baby forget about a sewer trip. So Maria does not press charges. Even worse, she kept living and working in the same housing project. This is the black and bananas part of the story to me. And she ran into him all of the time. She's trying, she even seen this guy. How fucked up? Now, what is that? You're running into the guy who tries to kill you over and over for years. God. What do we talk to him? Oh, hello, Maria. Look, I feel like I need a dress pink elephant in room.

Tension thick enough to cut with knife, I probably in hindsight should have used to stab you a few times, but what else are you in the well pit? Listen, yes, I try kill you. You know what? I know it. But that was many months ago. I want you know, I have no heart feeling about you not dying with unborn child in despair, Pete. I wish had happened. So no need for you to not say hi or avoid eye contact. Let bygones be people who try to kill but fail. See you tomorrow. Unreal. Can I get over that part of the story? Just having to continue to see that son of a bitch over and over.

Years later when he's finally caught, but she was just going to tell the court that he almost had a nervous breakdown when he saw her for the first time. Just back at the apartment complex, exactly at the attack. I bet he did. Maybe walking out of his mom. Sasha, what the wrong? You look like you see ghosts. I think maybe I do see ghost mother.

You see, lady? Yes, I see her pretty girls ghost mother. You see lady? Yes, I see a pretty girl's baby. You know her. Yes, I once once toss her down well, leave for did. It's long story. Let's go home. Poshushkin gets over his initial shock. And then this is... This even makes the story from crazy. He eventually asked her a shoot. Like to head back to the park with him. He actually asked her if she wants to take another walk with him. They'd both verify this later in court. Oh my God.

No thanks. Alexander Recalls are saying later, one time was enough for me. The fucking balls on this guy. Hey, Moria, it's me, Alexander. Guy, you push him well. God. I wonder in what doing next Saturday, Saturday, maybe like hang out in park.

Maybe we'll walk back to well. I curious how you live. Maybe you explained to me so I can become more effective murder person. And did she really just say no, thank you? I have a hard time believing that's the actual word she said. Maria, can I try kill you again sometime? I'm not thank you. I probably declined the more they're offered.

How crazy was life in Russia? I was talking to a friend, he's a third day Johnny Deere. He's awesome hard rock, metal morning show DJ in Kansas City. He told me he spent New Year's even, Moscow recently, like in the last few years. And he said it's still crazy. And he's been all over the world. And so it takes a lot, this is a guy who has flame throwers

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get caught. The his murder spree should have for sure ended in 2002. On March 10th, 2002, 27 year old Alexander. She's a group of teenagers at the train station. The, uh, that he goes to head to his grocery store job and he approaches one of them 13 year old skater, Mikhail Lobof, offers him some vodka and cigarettes, you know, that's not creepy. Let's go drink in the park kid. Let's go drink and smoke in the park.

It's fun. The kid goes with him and then when they go to Pashushka's, you know, preferred killing spot, you know, he follows the procedure, hits get over the head, the surprise blow, pushing down the well, and then takes off. Well, luckily, McAill's jacket catches on a piece of metal inside the well, saving him from a plunging to the icy waters. He's able to climb out. First thing he does is find a place officer.

He informs of the assault just like Maria, a few weeks ago, he describes the assault and describes Alexander Pachiuskin in detail and again the police just do not give a shit Why so many people fall down the wheel? La what can people be more careful around wells? You don't want man to throw you down well? Well here here advice don't go near well Why you want to give me paperwork? I tell I need to tell Poshushkin next time I see him, he need to push harder. If going to murder, make sure no leave trace, no trace, no paperwork, that's murder I like. One who leave no trace.

No one interviews Poshushkin, no one bothers to write a report. Unlike Maria though, Mikhail just doesn't forget about it. He doesn't just, you know, wait for Poshushkin to stop by and ask him to head back into the park. You know, just, hello, Mikhail. I wonder if you, me, Maria, maybe we all have to drink together. We joke about all times. You two get along well.

You have, you know, how you say common ground. You both push down well in same ground. How about we play best of three? Mikhail waits for a producer. A company by his friends, Mikhail returns to the metro station, that train station where he first saw Alexander, they wait until he see him again, and they do. They seem getting off a train.

He's headed home after finishing his shift. And then Mikhail excitedly tells a police officer nearby, what happens? Points of Petushkin, that's the fucking guy, right there. That's the guy who did it. Again, he's ignored. So then Mikale runs up to Pachushkin and attacks him, screaming, clon in his face, and then the police take action

against McCale. They grab this kid and tell him to go home before he's arrested. And then the chess board killer just fucking call me walks home. How enraged and disgusted are you if you're McCale logo in that situation? How disheartening. First, police officer doesn't care if you're attacked. Second, police officer doesn't care if you're attacked second police officer doesn't care then the police threatened you when you attack your attacker and then I'll position himself or and this is yeah to add to the craze of 2002 so now two people in a few weeks have been like that is the guy who did it and no one cares then he himself goes to the police station in this weird drunken night in 2002 he's already killed at this point anywhere from 20 to 30 people.

He stumbles drunk into the local police station and loudly proclaims that he has killed a lot of people. And that he will continue to kill a lot of people because that is what I must do. That's a quote. He goes, and this is what I must do. I must continue to kill's a quote. He goes in there. This is what I must do. I must continue to kill. Do you hear? They'll understand I've killed so many. Instead of arresting him or at least questioning him, the on duty police officers literally laugh him off.

Just get out of here. God. You silly gifts? Get home. He had to have felt invincible at this point. No one does for just again. I above all. Police wants me to kill. Russia wants me to kill.

Dead dog and power wants me to kill. Oh man, I hope my neighbors can hear that. That's fun. Ah, people that we're gonna above this suck dungeon can be like, what in the fuck did we just hear? Who is he talking about killing? In 2003, Pachu's consist her Kati gets married, but doesn't move out. We mentioned this earlier a little bit. She marries a man also named Alexander who also pushes people down wells. He would be known as the sewage strangler. Kati's husband would be charged with killing 11 people between 2004 and 2007. Now sit in the same prison as his brother-in-law, and that's not true.

Bad enough that Katja's brothers continue to kill. You would never trust anyone again if your brother and husband were pushing people down well as in a park. Katja and her husband, they share Katja's room with their young son, and now there's five people living in this little tiny flat of mother to the Toshes. It was already crowded with three people. Another five people there. The spring of 2003 finds Alexander Prasiuskin on the lookout for a 32nd victim.

The man he found was a local, another drunk person in the park, you know, like many of his previous victims. And honestly, like Prasiuskin himself, when he's not killing, he's just getting drunk off and alone, just, you know, watching porn, stalking shells at work. Prasiuskin asks his new companion, if he he had a wish and the man replied that he wanted to stop drinking. I wish I could stop drinking and then Alexander calmly told him that this would be the day.

Oh, you are for sure going to stop drinking today. And he smashed him in the head of the vodka bottle. And then he kept hitting him and hitting him and eventually caved the defense us man's skull and a little more aggressive with that kill. And then he shoved the vodka bottle into the dudes head, into his skull, and then threw the body down the world to go. Why is he doing this? Well, because he feels like he's good at it.

Just like he loved the feeling of playing and winning chess matches and bits of park with a teenager. You know, he loved to beat the old drunk man and chess. Well, now he enjoys, you know, beating the same old drunk men to death in a new game. Another strategy game of sorts. Can I kill you and not get caught? And he was even better at this game than he was a chess. No one was safe around Pachuchkin. He killed both total strangers, acquaintances, neighbors. His first kill was one of the only friends he had. On November 15, 2003, Pachuchkin's neighbor Constantine Apollo Karpov, led his apartment to buy cigarettes before watching a football match On November 15th, 2003, Pachuchkin's neighbor Constantine Polo-Kutlpolv

led his apartment to buy cigarettes before watching a football match on television and Pachuchkin invites him to the park for a drink. Smash them over the head three times with a hammer this time, changes it up a little bit, throws him down the murder well. And then incredibly, this guy also lives, third person now, third person and just a little over a year

who has survived an attack and a toss down a well. This guy manages to climb out of the sewer, but due to the head trauma, he doesn't remember the attack. Jeez, only his relatives testified in court about what happened to him. And then Patushkin sees this guy in the street about two weeks later and offers him to take him out of the park again for another drink. He declined. Patushkin would to tell the court also saying,

I asked others to go drink and they accepted the invitation. There's a lot of free loaders. That shows what he thinks of people. I just accepted his offer, nice offer for drinks, and they were free loaded to him and they're never worth killing. This guy's unbelievable. I can't think of another murderer I've ever read about who so openly keeps trying to kill the same people

he tried to kill previously and didn't. Just I can't. Hey Constantine, I was hoping that you, me, a nice single mother named Maria, this cool skate kid, the macaque, I love to take all three of you to well. We could, we could drink to, to finish in business. If only Alexander had access to Audible, maybe he would have spent less time killing. Why can't that sentiment be incorporated into maybe a new slogan for Audible? Can you imagine Audible better than pushing strangers down to death well.

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A body has been discovered. Nikolai, Zachary Chenko, 63 years old former policeman, Nikolai is thought to be putchuchens 41st victim. That means that at least 40 people vanished before the police were even aware that there have been some murders going on in the same fucking park. I mean, putchuchens already come into the police station to confess, you know, two of his almost murder victims begged the police to question him. So maybe, maybe they should have been kind of aware of someone's going on, but now they can't blow it off any longer. The detective detectives that the interior ministry and the prosecutor general's

office realized there is a serial killer in Moscow. They take you over the investigation, take it away from the police, the local police. You know, why didn't this guy get tossed down the well? This is the latest victim. Well, it seems like, but Shushkin was either getting lazy or tired of people not realizing he was killing all these people. I mean, his main motivation is notoriety. His main motivation is to kill more people than she could tell

to become infamous for doing so. And you don't get that if nobody knows the killings are happening uh... shortly after the guys bodies found out that there is a mother notasha have such a watch the news and report about the killer now dubbed the uh... beats the park maniac comes on and but she's can reportedly stood up in the apartment in shouts fuck yes

that is me mother i am on TV. You see, mother, I be bigger star than Chigatilo. And my cock is rock hard, I prove it. He pulled his pants down and he pointed his wrecked penis first to his mother, then in his sister, then in his brother-in-law. And he said, you respect me, you respect what I've done. And he pulled his pants back up, he sat down and said,

enough of news. The Duchess of Montserrat will be on the few minutes. Change the channel or get thrown in death well, your choice. Uh, no, of course not. Alexander began leaving more bodies out in the open though after that. After that initial news story, he stops using the well.

He loves the attention he's getting. He wants to feed it, feed the media, right? The story of the bits of Park Maniac is growing. All of Moscow captivated, terrified by his murders, more and more bodies being found. And eventually in early 2006, the powerful interior ministry signs detective Andre Superenko

to the head of the investigation. It was clear to him because of the lack of police work up until this point that the killer was not gonna be caught until he struck again and made a mistake. Sadly, despite those earlier investigation or accusations, excuse me, there were no official reports made of any of the survivors from his early murder attempts. And then on June 14, 2006, 32 year old Peshushkin makes the mistake that Supranco was waiting for. And on the night of June 14th, 2006, 36 year old Marina, most Kalevia,

follows the usual pattern her life followed into. She got up, center of Sunday school, for another grocery store, where she worked with Bishushkin, one of his coworkers, store where they worked, where she'd worked with one of Russia's most prolific serial killers for quite some time. Before Marina started working at the store, another woman, Larisa Kulginia, had worked there and then one night on her way

home, she had disappeared, never to be seen again. So the Beats of Park Maniac had created a job opening for her, and now he was going to open that position once again. Marina made of not have known about Larisa's disappearance, but like the rest of Moscow, she had to have heard of the Beats of Park Maniac. So not the best choice to go for a walk in the park, you know, after work. Yeah, that night with Patushkin. However, he was a co-worker for all we know, you know, maybe the two had known each other and kind of become friendly. And, you know, maybe they've been talking about how sick the Beats of Park Maniac was for

weeks or months in the break room. Before they left for their walk, Marina returned to her flat and unbeknownst to Pachushkin, left a note for her son telling him where she was going with whom she would be heading there with. She also put Pachushkin's phone number on the note. Her son then came home that night to an empty house, finds a note after a few hours of mother still hadn't come home. So he's watching, and then was watching TV TV news bullets in reports that a woman's body had

been found and and beats a park. So he calls Pachushkin. Um, and Pachushkin tells him that he hadn't seen Marina in two months, which was a stupid lie to tell someone even a kid because they worked together. Of course, they had seen each other. But so now he looks guilty. Pachushkin then claims he's too busy to talk to the kid and hangs out. And then the kid calls his dad.

Now if I listen to his son, his dad then calls the police, tells them about the note. And then lead investigators to Pranko, you know, he's told about all this. He knows he has this guy, but he knows he also needs more info than the note to bring Pachuchkin in on. More evidence, I guess. So the note itself, you know, interesting, but not dammit, not completely. So he starts watching closed caption, television footage of Marina, head and home that night, sees her with Alexander Prachuskin getting off the metro and head in the direction of the

park. And then two nights later on June 16th, 2006, as the clock approaches midnight, Prachuskin's mother Natasha, here's someone pound on the door when she opens it, a column of men and ride gear, push pastor, find Alexander Prachuskin immediately arrest him, take him down to the station. Officers, search the flat for evidence, find Prachuskin's arrest him, take him down to the station officers search the flat for evidence find Pachuchkin's chessboard 60 of the 64 squares have been marked. This is the origin obviously of his nickname and why their speculation that he killed up to 60 people or perhaps even 63 as he would claim in court later.

The news broke that Alexander was the pizza park maniac. He soon dubbed now the chessboard killer. The Concordial District was shocked to hear that one of their own was the murderer. The daughter of Boris of Fideszolva, Pachuchkin's 36th victim, recalled later that there was a total shock when we heard it was Sasha Pachuchkin. Remember he's called Sasha by kind of acquaintances family. She recalled the serial killer was always very calm, always by himself. Fidotsva, who grew up with Pashushkin's half sister Katia, had known Alexander for almost all of her life.

And she would go on to attend all 46 days of his trial. Natasha found it odd how he preferred to kill people he knew, people who he worked with, live near, befriend it in the park. Indeed, Pashushkin did be people, just so he could kill them. Ah, this is how sick it is. One of his favorite books was Dale Carnegie's How to Win Friends and Influence People, like for real, all part of his strategy. This is all just a game for him.

Investigators Tupenco spent hours then interviewing Alexander one on one leading up to his trial, and apparently Pachuchkin loved the time they spent together. It made him feel important. Supranco would say, he said, uh, I told him I admired him and he liked that. And then he opened up. It was very important for Poshushkin that people think he was a hero. So I made him feel like a hero hero. How did Poshushkin rationalize that?

I guess in very much the same way that his idol, Gigi Teelo did. He convinced himself that he was just getting rid of burdens on the state, just getting rid of people not contributed enough to society. The riff raft, just cleaning up the riff raft. Even though he was just as riff raffee or more so than they were. Supehrenko also said that we were in shock when we realized how many people he'd killed. In the beginning, we only had 13 bodies and then Petruc can begin to tell us that he'd killed more than 60 people. Psychologists who examined him concluded that Petruscan was narcissistic. Yeah. And had a personality disorder, but ultimately was sane. For the serial killer, the process of preparing to kill and killing is in his

is in erotic experience, his Alexander Buchenolzfi, the psychiatrist and serial killer expert who helped authorities identify Pachuchointero Cicatillo in the early 1990s. Supranco exploited Pachucho's narcissism for a killer. So hard to catch building up the case against him once he was caught was very, very easy. Pachuchointer just gave them all the information they wanted and more because he wanted them to find the bodies. He wanted to add to his body count. So, uh, you know, so he could pass Chicatillo. That was the game.

You know, and he was just happy that just like his hero, Chicatillo, his trial is now going to be must-watched TV. And until I was confession following his arrest, but you can say that he routinely invited his victims for a drink by the grave of his pet dog before attacking them when they were drunk. He would say, for me, a life without murder is like a life without food. And then this is the creepiest thing he said. He said, I felt like a father to all these people since it was I who opened the door for them to the afterlife.

Okay, a little insight into his motivation. Come on, come back to well with me. I try, I'm not to try kill you, but I give you life. I help you to door to another world. I push you. Yeah, through door. I'm more spiritual travel agents, more father person than killer. On October 24th, not 2007, just over 16 months after being apprehended, but Shushkin found guilty of murdering forty eight people uh... they couldn't get that he confessed to more but they just couldn't find

evidence they couldn't find the bodies so they couldn't uh... you know charge him with the other murders to cajuri only three hours to come to that conclusion since the life in prison because rush rush and no longer was using the death penalty uh... also sends to have his first fifteen years of uh... be served in solitary confinement uh... yeah that he was found guilty of killing only forty eight people is to have his first 15 years of be served in solitary confinement.

Yeah, that he was found guilty of killing only 48 people is significant because that's five short of the total Andre Chikotilo was convicted of. So he didn't, he didn't reach his goal. You know, this what is big deal? What is big, more like who big deal? Not Puchuskin. He nothing. Yeah, he nothing. You take that hard to deke amateur.

You take him out of here. No, you know Chikotilo Puchuskin. You know, even Russell. You're not a fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking literally I fuck you, Pachuchkin, for sure literally in that case. Why even suck Pachuchkin, weak, no strong Russian, not even jerk cock, not really? Maybe I missed that part. I fall asleep for a little while, comments. Yes, I call you that person. I call you by name now. I watch you from window, a shadow chick at pillow, sometime when you suck, you know better than chick at the, you put in Pew-skin instead of me, I fucking- I kill you. Unlike chicken t-lo, put-chew-skin also never kill any prostitutes. Which does make another weird dark times that character, happy. Bok-bok, ble-bok. Bok-bok.

Appreciate taking an easy on easy prey, not adding darkens to dark days. No rough stuff, a degradation, no copulation, relation penetration, no boy-y-risk masturbation, even post-moderational ejaculation. You feel me? You dig your hair? You follow the world's chicken show. No virtue in the sneaky ways, little bad man, pushing sadness and madness on folks already living in drunk days to avoid a gladness.

Feels like no one, one fox, will chase no chickens, hence, even roosters in the coop. And that don't mean he no less and I did I pile a evil poop That was 70s pimp chicken Joe's way of saying that he doesn't think for a second that Alexander Pratushkin is a good dude He's he's just glad there wasn't an openly sexual element to his crimes and then he didn't at least you know prey on sexual workers If you're a new passenger on the time sub train, yeah, that was that was crazy We got a few characters that we can't seem to convince to leave the show. All right, despite the crime

seat, confess the committing a week after his conviction, but you can attorneys filing appeal requesting a more lenient sense. He has just been convicted of killing 48 people. And they're like, I would like to ask the court for some leniency. The court announces their decision about the appeal on Valentine's Day 2008, while his mother does not appear in court to hear this verdict. Natasha, that neighbor, you know, the Fidesz Silva, a presumed lawyer, Pavel Ininkov, or Ivan Kov, excuse me, the panel of three judges, the prosecutor. Obviously, they're all there. A bunch of teens, I guess,

whispering into cell phones, scared to look at the bits of Mark Maniac or Beats of Park Maniac, the chessboard killer, who looks bored, I guess, then amused and angry. But shoes can never look directly at the video camera in his cell during this little sentencing.

He's talking to someone, no one can see, just kind of muttering to himself, is this little black button down shirt and black t-shirt. It lasts for a moment, and then, you know, grin turns into a frown, turns into a look of incredulity, morphs into another stare, and while this is all going on, there's, you know, flash bulbs, exploding newspaper reporters that are,

you know, in the courtroom too, people wailing, one woman screaming, where is my body talking about her husband, some other person who disappeared in those woods. And then the judge asked her to excuse him if he wants to say anything before the final verdict on his appeal and he just says, need it, need it, just no, there's nothing. And then his lawyer, Pavel, loosened his tie and gives his final appeal to the judge about why the judge should have mercy and why they should reduce the sentence, 25 years. That's fucking crazy.

So, you know, about six months for every person he was convicted of killing, how big of a piece of shit do you feel like in that situation? If you're the defense attorney asking for that, how do you even do that? Yeah, you're on the, I understand it. my client has been found guilty of killing 48 people. That's not cool. It's messed up. And I understand that he wanted to be charged with roughly 12 more murders,

but wasn't because, you know, no one could find bodies and, you know, no, could remember names. And I know that he said for me life with us murder is like life without food but hear me out, I just feel like he good candidate to be given second chance. He listen, he has positive qualities, he very good at stocking grocery stores shelves, he like, he popular fan of soap opera. And look, while his store does not want him back because he murdered some of his employees, I'm sure another store would be happy to have him. It took the judges less than an hour to rule and appeal.

They declare, of course, the original sentence stands. Can you imagine if they're like, all right, not 25 years, that's fine. Pajuskin will never go free, as he should not. They announced that soon he's gonna be moved from his jail in Moscow, where his mom was able to visit him twice a month and bring him cigarettes, cheese, and salted lard, which I guess was something he actually wanted.

I guess that speaks to how terrible food is in Russian presence, his mother, you must bring me food. I'll start here. Please bring me something better to eat like like rancid skunk meat or perhaps salted lard. But you're gonna take into the impossible to escape quote unquote polar alpino colony at the carp village in the Arctic north of Siberia. An notorious maximum security prison where he is still sitting there in solitary confinement where he is not even allowed a chess board for company and that takes us out of today's

time suck timeline. Apparently. We'll have some more thoughts to share on the chessboard killer, and I'll share some of his thoughts as well. Little insight into how his mind works. Before I share them, I want to mosey on over to YouTube and check in with the idiots of the internet. Idiot, I'll be into that, into that. the idiot's out the internet. There is surprising little media available, at least stuff written in English about Alexander Pachushkin. I did find a shitty BBC documentary on YouTube called Russia's serial killer Alexander Pachushkin.

The BBC is usually so good. I'm usually a huge fan. This is not their finest work. There's a couple of hundred comments underneath though. So I start peeking in there, figured I can, figured I could find a few comments that would provide some laughter and I did. And I did. I right away I found Nathan Yeager too,

who cracked me up posting, I'm surprised everyone in Russia isn't a serial killer. It's a country containing only snow, a deed is clothing and unfinished apartment buildings. And then Kayleigh Beth cracks me up further posting also bears and gymnasts. I got to love Russian jokes. I love them. But Island Mike does not. User Island Mike does not think it is funny and replies with

Talked that shit you just did behind the screen But in Russia out in the open and see what happens to your snowflake ass Easy island Mike You know you hear a name like island Mike and you expect a chill attitude Island Mike has zero chill in him. And, and how is what he did? Uh, this, you know, how is what, uh, this original poster Nathan did related to being a snowflake. A snowflake is a slur for someone who's super liberal, uh, being easily offended. Nathan didn't say anything conservative or liberal. Didn't express being offended in any way. You're a snowflake.

Mike, Island Mike, you're a whiny, soft skinned, soft-headed baby. User Brannett, a split, was as confused as I was about but you can not get in caught after throwing that pregnant woman down the well, only to have her survive and report into police. She posts, why on earth didn't police do anything when he was named after pushing the pregnant woman down the sewer? She was a survivor

of a horrific killer and gave a graphics statement, yet they decide not to investigate. Very troubling. I can't even. And our shot, but has the perfect answer writing, because they are lazy, fucks ding ding ding ding ding nailed it, our shot bonus points for being so succinct with your answer. That's exactly right. They were lazy fox. That's what I didn't do. User links dominance made me laugh out loud by posting by posting vodka bottles don't

kill people people do. Ah shit. I think you just won the thread links. I love it. Vodka bottles don't kill people, people, kill people. Use your Kevin Kato, also really cracked me up. The footage is horribly grainy on this video. I don't know, it's just recorded.

It's terrible. This documentary, I mean, I'm sure the original footage is terrible, but whatever the YouTube stuff is, it's real real bad. And so Kevin Post, this was shot entirely on my 2005 Motorola flip phone. Thread bring in the comedic key today. I love it. And then we have as usual a virtue signal, a virtue signaler excuse me in the group user vortex who post I hate killer so much how dare you take someone's life and destroy so many lives just sick.

Yeah, yeah, no, I think we can all agree. Yeah, pre-sick, pretty hateable. And then immediately troll Mike Nikki tries to rile up vortex, replying with Kilarie Clinton. I know that's dumb, but this post is only from two months ago. And it is hilarious to me that some people are still shooting on Hillary. She lost. We all know that. Whether you love her, or hate her, yeah, it's been a while now. Let it go. But if you don't let it go, please keep posting Hillary Clinton. It's so silly and juvenile, but it does make me laugh every time I hear it. Hillary Clinton. I thought this thread was going to be nothing but funny or at least amusing posts. And then I wasn't going to find true idiot gold, but then I found it.

I found a nice little nugget of idiot gold. There's golden in them. They have threads. There's golden down there. I tell you to end on. User, Sager Dylan does not seem to understand how war works and commits what I think is a big logical fallacy here posting such a waste he would thrive in a war zone, send him to kill Taliban or ISIS. Uh, no, he wouldn't. I don't think he would thrive, Sager, because you know, nothing he did was soldier like. He wasn't sniping people with precision shots from far away, displaying that kind of military talent. He was an overpowering armed enemies in a chaotic, bullet flying all over the place urban

setting. He wasn't using an impressive organizational or logistical skills to coordinate a missile strike or great teamwork skills to work cohesively, you know, with his unit in a dangerous high stress battle zone. He wasn't following orders, keeping himself in peak physical condition, being mentally ready. He was a sad, antisocial, loner slash loser loser pretending to be friend drunk, vulnerable old men and occasionally overly trusting women and teens in order to lure them to a secluded area of a park. And then when

they're not looking, bash them in the head with a vodka bottle or a hammer and push them into a well. I don't think that particular skill set translates into the battlefield. Not sure how often the opportunity comes up to ask whoever you're fighting to take a walk in the park, share some vodka. Yeah, then tell them there's something you want them to look at in a manhole or in a little hole and a well and then push them down there and then you know, bashing their head, whatever like I guess you'd bash in the hair before pushing down like like when would that kind of opportunity come up in a battle zone just it just a Taliban person. Hey, hey, I just follow stop shooting for seconds. Listen, why we do this? It's beautiful day. I have nice bottle of vodka. Why not we have drinks. Listen, I don't want to be downer, but today is tough day for me.

Today is a... Today is anniversary of dog dying. So if you could, could you please put gun down for seconds? Take break from war. I have some of what you like. I stash. I have whatever you like. I have it. I'm by man who cover and park for serious. Come on, let us drink. I show you. Let me open door to Allah for you and push you through door. Please.

We learned a lot about what Alexander Prishushkin did. We haven't heard much directly from him though, so let's change that. Chesport Killer has done some interviews from behind bars. He loves attention. We know that. He's given us some insights on how his mind works. So here are some of his thoughts that I found interesting. Regarding being incarcerated, he says, when I was brought to prison, I was not in good mood. Oh, they have said I was cranky. I don't like being brought to prison. Now it's gotten better. I have completely adapted. They have ideal water here. It's so hot. I even have to dilute it with cold water. Do you know how much time they give me to take a shower?

Five whole minutes. That's a quote of his. I think I mentioned this earlier that really he was just transferred from one cell to another like outside of killing people He worked in the same store stocking shelves every week Then he just went home and went to that tiny cramped apartment, which is really like a one bedroom apartment Getting drunk. Jerkin out to porn when he's not hanging out with his, you know, the other four people live in there. He seems genuinely excited about his five minute shower situation. You probably hadn't had a five minute hot shower in his life before prison. Weirdly happy about the hot water. Here's what he thinks of the value of human life, as you can imagine, not much.

He says, human life is not too long. It is cheaper than sausage. My lawyer, I would cut him open like a fish. I would have killed him like an insect. I would receive much pleasure from the process. I would cut him open to make belts out of his flesh. But as for remembering everyone I killed, who and when and where that, I don't remember. I don't even care to remember Not surprised by his outlook here sound like he uh sounds again

It's something he thought he had a chance to that appeal pretty delusional Like you're gonna get out after that like look so I kill a lot of people. I not killed him in two bad way Come on. I push in hole I mostly I just opened door to next world. I should hotel door man, spend life in prison. I, different kind of door man. As you might imagine, he doesn't have much use for religion, but he was surprisingly involved in politics as far as the citizen, which actually is pretty similar to the Chicatilo.

Chicatilo loved being a member of the Communist Party, if you remember, took it very seriously. And Patushkin says, I was baptized when I was three months old. The baptism took place, but I did not want it. Ha! Ha! I love that he talks about, like when he was three months, he can think everything. I remember being a baby, remember thinking, no, I don't want this,

but I don't have words yet. Now, he says, well, I do not think that someone is there. I can also say that I will not read the Bible or write autobiography. I have never prayed to God, never will. This is a beautiful fairy tale for the weak, for those who sacrifice themselves to the state, men as they age increasingly dream that someone is there who is all powerful. Well, what is it? As for voting in all my 33 years, I have never missed a chance to vote. That's pretty fucking weird. That last part. Yeah, I fucking kill a lot of people. You know what? Huh? I don't really care about anything. I could God, nothing, you know, whatever, but voting. Yeah. Oh, man, it's my civic duty.

He also talked about dreams. All of these statements, by the way, come from an interview. He did with a Russian newspaper, Tovoidin, by the way. Regarding dreams, Pachuchkin says, I have nightmares, a dog, it lived with me long time. She died. It was my fault. I treated it how to say not very, she could have been saved. It was a fault. I treated it how to say not very

She could have been saved. It was a bad situation. It left something in my subconscious So all the city did and he feels guilty about maybe doing something that dog is I don't know maybe Maybe like he left it in a place where it hurt itself maybe somebody did something to it that he could have stopped Maybe he did something. No, he uh, and that left something in his subconscious. Not, not pushing person after person down a death hole. So, uh, interesting to me that the chessboard killer probably not a, probably not a, uh, ideal babysitter, but possibly an excellent doctor. He also spoke about friendship, an excellent doctor. He also spoke about friendship, uh, kind of saying, first of all, what is a friend? That is not someone who gives you 100 rubles or lets you stay over for night. And secondly, my principal to the grave. And that's it. Yes, I received more pleasure

from killing people whom I knew personally, but I also found a way to get strangers and that is not easy. The relatives said that they would never go somewhere with stranger. But to me, they are flying despite the difference in age. A youngster, corrigin as one of his victims, I was leaving the police office and I knew that everywhere was an ambush, but I remained free. That's one of the last ones that I got away with. Not sure what much of that had to do with friendship. It doesn't sound like he ever had any friends. Certainly not as an adult.

A friend is not someone who gives you 100 rubles. Let you stay at their place. I think that is what a friend is actually. And then he just quickly starts talking about killing people. Just to not give a fuck about people in general. He speaks a little about forgiveness. Does he feel any remorse? No, he says no, I do not regret it.

I do not regret it. So much strength and time spent. Repent? I do not repent. This is again a dull formality. It will not change my sentence. Since I was young, I dreamed. Everything was different back then.

And it all turned out the way I wanted it to. I knew that they had nailed me when they started pressing me about 12 victims, but then they were all surprised that I'd actually killed 60. I watched show about me on TV. Dennis my classmate tells camera, when we learned that he had committed these crimes, it was a shock. All the said I was reacase, killing for sake of killing. There is no motivation, neither race nor sex nor religion. Even someone wrote, Puchuskin himself doesn't know yet

that the history of criminology is changed. That he didn't account for someone so choose him, that he will go down in history forever. So he definitely doesn't give a shit about having killed anyone. No regret, no remorse, and obviously very proud of his notoriety. I feel like they should bring back

the death penalty with this guy, make an exception. Like what good does it do to anyone to keep this guy alive in a cell? He's loving it. He truly doesn't do the mind. He's not being punished in his mind, he's a star. You know, some macabre celebrity. So why let him to continue to enjoy his life? Why not just find a well near the present and toss

him down that hole. And then randomly do one more thing to say that others are so ridiculous. He ends his interview talking about travel, like as if he doesn't realize he will never get out. Here's what he has to say. He says, I would like to live in Mexico. First, it is warm there. And secondly, there are forests. Maybe there I could live in different way, if I was there. And then the reporter talking to him says it, Mexico doesn't have forests. And he replies, do you want to tell me there are no jungles like Freddy Krueger said, Elm Street exists in every city? Ah, just for a second, sound like he wasn't going to give a creepy answer. Maybe I could be different, you know, in Mexico and then he goes straight to Elm Street,

just existing in every city, just right to evil again. Maybe I change and make you go, maybe I dip in Portuskin. Maybe I drink Novodko. Maybe I drink the kilo. I stay away from parks and whales. I hang out on beach. I chill. I walk with strangers on beach

and then I bash heads with the killer bottles. It's so insane. That is what I do. I push an ocean. Let's tie it, take a body to sea. I fucking put two skins. Maybe I know play chess, but I play backgammon. I become backgammon killer.

Time now for top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaways. Time suck. Top five takeaway. Number one, Alexander Prachuse can aca a the chess board killer aca a the Beats apart maniac convicted of killing 48 people between 1992 and 2006 may have killed 60 people. The number of squares he had marked off on that chessboard, maybe 63. He did say 63 at one point during his trial. So just a handful, maybe even just one square away from his sick goal of completing that chess board. Number two, another strange goal of Pachuchkin was to have his official body count be higher than that of his idol, Andre Chikotilo, the butcher,

Rostov, who was convicted of killing 52 people between 1978 and 1990, four more than Pachushkin, so at least he doesn't have the demented satisfaction of having the record while he rots in prison. Number three, strangely, Pachushkin may have never grown up to be a murderer at all if he wouldn't have fallen off his swing when he was a kid and scrambled his egg. Maybe if I hadn't hurt my head in a swing accident as a kid, I would spend less time talking about people like Pachushkin. Number 4.

Pachushkin was the rare serial killer who didn't draw out his kills or have an openly sexual element to them. He didn't torture his victims. He didn't rape them. He got away with his crimes because he killed quickly, disposed of the bodies efficiently immediately, didn't brag about them to anyone, and didn't really have a consistent victim type or a consistent victim. Look, oh, and he also got away because the police working in the area around Pajuskin were

fucking terrible. And number five, new info, while never a lady's man before being caught, there isn't a single mention of him actually ever have an romantic relationship with anyone ever like Edgene. He may die a virgin, but unlike Edgen, a lot of women admirers now, apparently around 80 women, right to him in prison. Fans, actual fans, we've talked about this phenomenon before, so gross. And one Siberian woman who works in a children's shop has won a special place in his heart, calling herself Natalia Poshushkin, as if they're already married. How great is that? She's working with kids? Yeah, she sounds super moral.

Sounds super duper stable. That is just awesome that she's doing that. But she's going to admit it in an interview with another Russian newspaper in 2016 that he'd actually proposed to her a few years earlier and she accepted and she is committed. She has a giant tattoo on her forearm of his face and of a chess board. My God, that is so fucked up. When you add the chess board, you can't just claim your loving him in spite of the murders at that point.

You are loving him because of the murders. That is the symbol of his murders. Thank God this maniac works at a children's shop. Whatever the hell that is, by the way, what is a children's shop? Is that a shop sales kids? Hope not. Uh, thank God she will at least never get to have petushkin's baby.

While they can write letters, the administrators of the prison have forbidden these two from ever having any sort of visitation. Time, shock, tough, five take away. Episode has been sucked. Another Russian murderer. Thank you, Spaces for picking another interesting topic. What a fascinating murder robot that guy is, right? Thanks again to the time-soaked team,

the high priestess of the Suck Harmony Valley camp, Jesse Guardian of Gram or Doberner, Reverend Dr. Joe Paisley, time-soaked high priest Alex Dugan, the guys at Bitelixer, Danger Brain, Spaces Lissers and Merch Wizards, merch wizards access apparel queen of the suck love of my life Lindsey comments big thanks to both jangles research superstar Heather knowledge ninja rylander forget me some good research to get started with and get it quick next week the darkness continues this

dark October with a strange tale of Catherine Knight. Just like the Alexander Pachushkin tale, Catherine Knight, also spending life in prison without the possibility of parole also for murder in Australia instead of Russia. Very different story though. Catherine Knight, not a serial killer. She is the first Australian woman to be sentenced to life in prison without parole. She was convicted of one murder, the murder of her partner, John Charles Thomas Price in October 2001, but she did a wee bit more than just kill him. Night stabbed Price to death, skinned him, put his skin on a meat hook, cooked his head, and parts of his body with the intention of feeding him to his kids.

Yeah, she snapped just a bit. You know, want to find out why? We'll tune in next Monday. Now, let's bounce on out to today's Time Sucker Updates. Time Sucker, Trevis Matthews, right? Same with the fantastic Lost Colony of Rhone Oak update. He writes Dear King of Time Sucker, I've been a long time listener, first time Electronic Mailer, and hopefully soon to be Space Lister.

First, let me say that I cannot thank you enough for what you guys are doing. I can only imagine how much time you put into each episode and it shows. Woohoo! Hail them right! I wanted to write in about the Roanoke episode and hopefully add a little bit more information that my field, Dendro Canal Chronology, the study of tree rings, has contributed to the subject. One of the utilities of tree rings is being able to examine past droughts for periods when we do not have data.

Basically, when the tree does not grow in a given year, the ring is small, and this denotes a drought. Stahl at all, 1998, published in Science, this study, published his examination of trees in their Jamestown and determined the colony tried to settle the island in one of the most extreme droughts in 800 years. The abandonment of the town occurred during this driest seven year period and seven hundred and seventy years The authors go on to cite the drought as one of the reasons why it was so hard to settle the area during this period and Mention the already strenuous tensions with American Indians during the period could have been made worse as they competed for limited food resources during this drought

Just out these findings will be of interest to you in the cult of the curious Also my girlfriend and I went to your show in Huntington Beach just last week and both had a blast. I am a geography professor at a local university teaching 100 level natural environment classes and upper level weather and climate classes, and I'm asked at least once a semester about the earth being flat or chemtrails. At first, I was taken aback by these questions and slightly offended, that I had to spend time on these topics, but now I have fun with it.

And I try to make it my mission to set student straight on these topics. I also have taken to incorporating random made up tangents about topics in my classes. I love it. For example, today I had my class convinced that the invisible water vapor that we were all surrounded by is harmful to their health.

Of course, I set the record straight, but the humor was much appreciated. Yes! Thanks for the inspiration and keep up the amazing work. Hail, Namrod Praise, Bojangles, and Dan Lucifina, Trevis, Matthews. That is beautiful, Trevis. You sound like a wonderful professor. I would have loved to have had you as a teacher. Thanks for sharing your knowledge with us. Thanks for sharing it with your students. It's very appreciated. That drought info does add to that story. I feel like they had to have either just died through a combination of disease,

starvation, battle with local tribes or that the survivors assimilated into the local tribes. And I feel like the drought would have contributed to either one of those scenarios going down. And good on you for having us as a human about flat earthers and the Camtrile stuff. And thank you for teaching them the truth, man. The world needs more of you.

Don't ever stop what you're doing. You wonderful meat sack. Okay, got a little wackadoodle update from Time Sucker Chris Pritchard. He writes in saying, suck master, I'm riding in with a quick update on the origin of Wacadoodle. I used it recently in front of my mother

who asked me where I got such an old word. I looked it up in Wacadoodle is a 1990s variation of Wackadoo, a 1950s word that probably comes from the 1930s word Wack. They all mean an eccentric or fanatical person, but apparently only Wack means a crazy person. In fact, Wackadoodle appears to be the good, natured version of Wackjob. Pointless I know, but I thought you'd like it anyway. Your space is your Chris, not pointless Chris. Thank you. Until last week, I thought I'd come up with that word. Uh, yeah, I did not invent wacky doodle. I just thought I did, which probably makes me a bit of a wacky doodle. Bummed, I didn't think of it. Uh, but thank you for sharing more about

its origin. Uh, keep on sucking, sir. Uh, got an ax update from David Hughes now, helping answer my drunk as fuck, ax man suck confusion over why it is so hard to kill someone with an axe. David writes in saying greetings, lots of suck. So in reference to Axe's hatchets, I'm a fourth generation arborist and logger. I'm also a collector of Axe's. During the drunk suck, you made reference to the inability of an axe to completely get through flesh, while Axe's are made to cut down trees and not humans. In addition to that, I'd imagine most people back then is now did not care for their tools,

unless they were essential to their livelihood. There have been countless times I've been out and will sharpen my axe or saw during a job. The other thing is that swinging an axe takes a lot of skill and practice. Just like bats or golf clubs, it is not an intuitive motion. So people that are not familiar with how to swing an axe will usually waste a lot of energy and have a poor hit. Hope that helps your axe man, David Hughes. Well, thank you, axe man, David.

That does help. I'll picture these people just getting picture perfect axe blows to their nuggets because I split firewood with an axe many, many times growing up as a kid. So I know a little bit of a swing an axe and's why I just, I'm assuming they did it the same way. They're swinging it straight out of some lumber jack one on one course. But now I see that doesn't make sense. I just figured that a heavy piece of metal, sharp or not, put it at the end of a long piece of wood was just going to do enough damage to smush a skull. But I guess heads are a little harder than that. Uh, thank you, David.

And one last update, long time sucker, Zosha Holden writes in with the Lizzy Borden update. Zosha writes, uh, I wish I had a better way to start this message, which will be brief I swear. But this is exactly how I feel about Lizzy Borden. You're fucking right. What the hell was feminist about her? She sounds like a soft pathetic whiner with the world's worst case of Afluenza. Now, I'm a feminist, probably one of the loudest

and most annoying feminists you'll ever meet, and damn, I am sick of pseudo feminists, drooling all over chicks like Lizzie, just because she's a woman who acted unconventionally. You wanna honor a rad Victorian woman? Try Ida B. Wells, Marie Curie, Mary Walstonecraft. Someone with a job, which by the way, you write again as a privileged white woman in America, Try Ida B Wells, Marie Curie, Mary Walstonecraft. Someone with a job, which by the way, you write again, as a privileged white woman in America,

she could definitely have found something. Again, ugh. Lizzie reminds me of an old room and I had, a trust fund, self-styled intellectual who would scold me for not spending enough time with my cat because I worked. By the way, thanks for sucking these dry nuts for every week, man, dry nuts. That's

a funny phrase. You're a light and dark world and oh yeah, I was among those a little uncomfortable with a Jackson suck and part Cherokee. So although I found it super interesting, probably doomed from the start for me. But you know what I'm gonna fucking do about that? Not relisten. It wasn't for me. We can all stand to remember that we're not all gonna get psyched about the same things and that's fine. You always pursue topics with an urge to find the funny and anything. And while that's a risky business, we need that in our lives. Why not just picture Tom Cruise scooting across the floor and sucks. So keep on sucking. And yeah, I lied about that being

short. Damuelus of Hina. Well, first off, I love you love you, social holding. I think you and I would get along swimmingly. I appreciate your frankness. Thank you for providing some examples of feminists to really get excited about. Strong meat sacks, brilliant meat sacks. And thanks for your candor about Andrew Jackson. Yeah, not for everyone. Might take on his life for sure, not for everyone.

Pistoph a lot of meat sacks, but that's okay. You know, if you do nothing but agree with your friends, you need to get new friends because you're not being challenged. You're not being stimulated. Take that fucking bubble you're living in, smash it to shit. You brighten up my day with that message, Oshia, and I hope I have your name right now.

I know I messed that up before. I know people messed it up a lot, and I know actress Zasha Mammoth pronounces it differently than the correct Polish Russian way, even though it's spelled the same. So, give them my best. Thanks, time suckers.

I need a net. We all did. Well, that's all meat sacks. Try not to get pushed down a well this week. Don't go to a secluded area of a park with a stranger. Those aren't good ways to ensure that you are going to keep on sucking.