The Russian Werewolf prowled the dark streets of Siberia, racking up an insane death count, making him one of the world’s most evil serial killers. He wasn’t a werewof, but he was something much worse! Check out our new worst serial killer video and see if you agree that The Russian Werewolf ranks at the top of the list.

The Russian Werewolf prowled the dark streets of Siberia

It’s a bitterly cold night in the Siberian city 
of Angarsk. Bars are emptying out; people say  

their goodbyes and diverge in the snow-filled 
streets. A woman, her name is Khristina,  

crosses the road ponderously. She’s had a few 
too many drinks. Shivering, she takes her scarf  

and wraps it tightly around her neck. She is 
about to come face to face with “The Werewolf”,  

a man who’ll soon become known as Russia’s worst 
ever serial killer, and perhaps, one of the most  

demented and cruel men that ever walked the 
Earth. He pulls up beside her in his police  

car, just a concerned officer of the law helping 
out a slightly drunk, obviously cold, female in  

the middle of the night. The maniac gives her a 
reassuring smile. Khristina gets in the back of  

the car, not knowing she’s sitting just inches 
away from an array of instruments of torture. 

What we just described is based on a true story. 
In fact, it’s based on many, many true stories  

that happened between the years of 1992 and 2010. 
This serial killer was so prolific it’s hard to  

imagine he had much time to do anything else but 
murder. He was so brutal in the way he murdered  

it’s hard to fathom how his mind worked. What’s 
shocking, is that he was never caught during the  

time he committed those murders. He almost got 
away with all of his utterly depraved crimes.  

He was a cop after all…and by all 
accounts, a great father and husband. 

Ok, so what do we know about Popkov the kid? Did 
he have some of the traits of some serial killers  

to be: childhood abuse, extreme trauma, hurting 
animals, arson or substance abuse? We can’t say  

for sure. We know that he was born in Angarsk 
on March 7, 1964. There is little said about  

his childhood, although he’s claimed at times that 
he suffered abuse by his mother. One thing’s for  

sure, he had a problem with women, a big problem.
We know that this bad lieutenant, the so-called  

cannibal cop, married a woman named Elena, and 
we know that they had a daughter named Ekaterina.  

To them, Popkov was a doting father 
and a loving husband. He was kind,  

dependable, sweet. Although, much like America’s 
notorious Green River Killer, Gary Ridgway,  

he lived a double life. He’d be at his 
daughter’s school musical performance one minute  

and tearing a woman to shreds the next….Popkov 
killed his daughter’s music teacher by the way. 

He was a career cop with a family. He had a wife 
who called him “a perfect husband and father”  

and who after his arrest refused at first to 
believe he was a killer. He was the guy next door,  

the guy you appreciated living next door to 
because he was a trusted member of law enforcement  

that could be called upon in times of need.
But something snapped when he was 28-years old,  

1992, the year he committed his 
first murder. Why did he do it? 

That’s a difficult question, but it seems it was 
because he suspected his wife had cheated on him.  

One day he found two used condoms in their trash, 
and this sent him over the edge. He wanted to get  

back at loose women, rather than hurt his own 
wife. After his arrest he said this, “I just had  

some reasons to suspect her. I’m not looking for 
excuses, but this was the impetus for my future.” 

He started killing and doing 
it in the most horrific ways. 

On October 28, 1998, 20-year old Tatiana 
Martynova and 19-year old Yulia Kuprikova  

went out to a concert. They didn’t return home. 
Their bodies were found the next day, torn apart,  

showing the signs of abuse. They’d been drunk, 
looking like they were having a good time.  

For Popkov, this meant they were promiscuous, not 
womanly in the way he’d like to see women act,  

and so he raped and slaughtered them.
At times he’d pick on prostitutes. As a  

“missionary” type of killer he told himself he was 
purging his small part of Siberia of bad people.  

It’s the kind of excuse many of these types 
of killers give so they can derive thrills  

from their unbounded sadism. This is what 
he once said about the women he murdered: 

“They abandoned their husbands and 
children at home and went out to party  

as if it was the last day on earth.”
Indeed, at times he would play a game,  

a game of live or die. He’d get them in his police 
car, a Lada 4×4, and ask them if they (A) wanted  

to return home or (B) carry on the party somewhere 
else. If they chose answer B, he’d take them  

to a secluded place and do his worst. He once 
said the women he chose were usually the ones  

that showed him no fear. To him, they were the 
most immoral. If they wanted to drink with him,  

God forbid sleep with him, he killed them. 
“Not all women became victims,” he said,  

“but those of a certain negative behavior, 
I had a desire to teach and punish.” 

Most of his victims were women just having a good 
night out, enjoying the springtime of their life.  

As we said, one of his victim’s 
was Katya’s music school teacher.  

When his daughter came home and asked him for 
money to go towards her teacher’s funeral,  

he gladly gave some to her. How messed up is 
that, helping to pay for your victim’s funeral. 

Over the years, mutilated bodies were being 
found in Angarsk and the Irkutsk Oblast region,  

but police never managed to secure a lead. 
They were after all seeking one of their own,  

a man who knew very well how to evade arrest. It 
didn’t make matters any easier that his murders  

may have covered some 2,423 miles (3,900 km).
It wasn’t easy catching him. 

For 18 years the bodies piled up. One time the 
police found a woman whose head was missing.  

Another time the victim’s heart had been torn 
out (he later denied that). Some were stabbed  

over a hundred times. Some victims were covered in 
bite marks. This was a monster, make no mistake. 

What seemed evident was the man used a 
number of tools to kill and mutilate his  

victims. We now know that those tools were 
baseball bats, screwdrivers, knives, axes,  

a hammer, and of course, his own snapping 
incisors – hence the name, “The Werewolf”. 

During the 1990s the cases piled up, but 
there were also two cases in which women  

managed to escape Popkov’s grasp. They each gave 
statements to the Russian police, but still,  

he wasn’t caught. He could have been, so easily.
When he murdered 35-year old Maria Lyzhina and  

37-year old Liliya Pashkovsaya he made a mistake. 
After ditching the bodies his police ID fell out.  

He went back to get the ID. It was there, 
but so was a woman still breathing. “I was  

shocked by the fact that she was still alive. I 
finished her with a shovel,” he later testified. 

Then there was Svetlana Misyavitchus, a 17-year 
old survivor who Popkov saw walking alone one  

evening. She said the day was bitterly cold, 
and so when a police officer pulled up close  

to her to offer her a ride she was grateful 
and got in. Her heart sank and her pulse raced  

when Popkov drove past the turn to her house. 
He just kept going, driving towards the  

wilderness. The next thing she remembered 
was him smashing her head against a tree,  

for what she later said felt like an eternity.
She was naked, cold, bloodied, semi-conscious,  

but she still managed to get away from him. 
She ran and ran, a naked girl in the snow,  

but unbelievably when she screamed 
at passers-by no one helped her. 

His dreaded car caught up with her. He got out and 
beat her senseless, leaving her for dead. The next  

day she woke up in a morgue. In her own words, 
“I felt so cold. I woke up, sat down, and spotted  

a label on the toe of a corpse next to me.”
Later she identified Popkov in a photograph,  

but after questioning, police took the 
matter no further. His wife provided  

a solid alibi, which of course was a lie.
Misyavitchus and one other victim are the only  

people to survive a Popkov attack. Her hair turned 
gray and she developed a stutter after her ordeal,  

such was the shock. Not only that, 
she had some brain damage, frostbite,  

and she was put on medication for syphilis. 
After the attack, she developed what is called  

a conversion disorder. The psychological trauma 
led to motor disturbances and she couldn’t walk  

very well. She recovered, but on seeing Popkov in 
court some years later her legs failed her again. 

This is an important part of the story, because 
Misyavitchus was a virgin before that attack.  

What that meant was that Popkov was infected 
with syphilis from someone he had killed. 

We know that he got out of the police 
force in 1998, but the murders didn’t  

stop then. He started working in security for 
Angarsk Oil and Chemical Company, but didn’t  

stop killing for at least another two years. 
That’s what police originally thought anyway. 

It was first believed he stopped the killing in 
the year 2000 because his syphilis infection had  

made him impotent. That’s one hypothesis, but 
it must be remembered that he didn’t assault  

all his victims. We should also say 
that more recent reports state that  

he carried on killing until the year 2010.
What we do know is that in 2012 police were  

onto something. They discovered that close to 
many of the places where the bodies had been  

dumped there were tire tracks, and often 
those tracks belonged to a Lada Niva 4×4.  

This kind of vehicle was often used by cops in 
Siberia, so investigators asked 3,500 retired  

and current policemen for DNA samples. It was all 
downhill for him from there. He’d stopped killing,  

thought he’d gotten away with it, and then 
one day there was a knock on the door. 

How many people did he kill?
In his own words, “I can’t  

say exactly, I didn’t keep a record.”
First, he was convicted of 22 murders,  

and he went down for them. But then there were 
many more cases. In fact, he confessed to 59  

more murders, the ones he could remember 
doing. He took cops to the scene of the crime,  

where he dumped the body, and gave them all 
the details he could. Things all added up. 

At 83 murders, he is said to be the worst serial 
killer in modern times in Russia. The worst of all  

time was the wealthy 18th century countess and 
peasant killer, Saltichikha’, Darya Nikolayevna  

Saltykova, who confessed to 138 murders.
His tally makes him the third worst in the  

world behind Colombian Luis “The Beast” Garavito 
who murdered 138 children, and another Colombian,  

Pedro Lopez, the “Monster of the Andes”, who 
killed 110 people. Both men are suspected to  

have killed many more. We should also say the 
former British doctor, Harold Shipman, killed  

at least 219 people, although medical murders are 
sometimes said to be a different class of killing. 

Popkov, the family man and devil next door, 
was described by many people after he was  

given a life sentence. One investigator 
said of him, “He is charming and sociable.  

Women like him but he is a beast inside, 
and it is always hard to fight a werewolf.” 

One person that worked with him on 
the police force said she nearly  

choked on her food when she saw his face in the 
newspaper. She said he seemed like a decent man;  

he liked to run biathlons, and he was even praised 
for shooting a rapist while on the job. Another  

person said he was the life and soul of the party.
So, let that be a warning to us all. The organized  

type of serial killer is often not what you’d 
expect. They might be well educated like Ted  

Bundy was, or they might hold down good jobs, 
have loving families and look like Santa Claus,  

like Richard Cottingham, aka, The Butcher of 
Times Square. There’s an old saying they have  

in Northern England that goes, “There’s nowt so 
queer as folk”, meaning, people can be strange,  

stranger than they let on. No kidding.
When his daughter was in her late twenties  

she didn’t believe he did those things, or 
was even strange. When he was behind bars,  

she said, “We walked, rode bikes, went to 
the shops, and he met me from school. We both  

collect model cars, so we have the same hobby.”
She said she wanted to become a criminologist, so  

for a long time she read books on serial killers, 
their classification, their various signatures,  

how they worked, and she knew her pop couldn’t be 
a killer. “I do not believe any of this. I always  

felt myself as ‘Daddy’s girl,” she said, “Daddy 
doesn’t fit any of these classifications – he  

doesn’t look like some maniac.”
Looks, as we’ve pointed out, can be deceiving. 

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