Chessboard killer biography of michael

After Pichushkin was escorted from the building—he did not resist—they gave her some documents stating exactly what he was being accused of. After that she had a hard time saying anything. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t focus. They stayed all night—the cops, detectives, forensics experts—turning her home upside down, looking for things that might send her son to prison forever.

Andrei Suprunenko, a trim, balding man with a blond mustache and large eyes, is sitting behind his cluttered desk, wearing a black turtleneck and a charcoal jacket, smoking prodigiously. The investigator has a protean personality that shifts quickly from irritable to angry to sarcastic. Asked why Pichushkin preferred the woods, he says, “Have you ever tried killing someone on the street in broad daylight?”

Suprunenko spent months questioning the Maniac and probably knows him better than anyone else, including Pichushkin’s family. “We were in shock when we realized how many people he’d killed,” he says.

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