My name is Aleksandr Kolpakov. I spent two and a half years at Mesa County Jail fighting my case before I was sent to Buena Vista. One day while I was there, I was jumped in the chow hall and got rather bloodied up before I fought back.
Naturally, I was taken to isolation for the “audacity” of defending myself, a job the guards should have been doing. In isolation, I became suicidal and attempted to kill myself by wrapping a clothing tourniquet around my neck. I used a technique that applies pressure to the carotid arteries to deny oxygen to the brain while still allowing breath, thus preventing a choking impulse.
One of my “lookouts” wasn’t on board and thus signaled to the guards. They chained me up and took me to an even danker cell—this one bereft of everything save toilet paper and a tattered standalone mattress. They cut the clothes off my back and left me there, naked.
I wrapped myself in toilet paper like a mummy then ran around the cell, bashing my head against the walls. This prompted the guards to strap me into “The Chair,” a wonderfully barbaric contraption that inhibits one’s movements. The nurses would come in to check on me on occasion, pulling my hair back to see if I was responsive. I was not. I was either babbling and cackling crazily or totally catatonic.
Not since The Tragedy [Aleksandr is referring to the night he killed his girlfriend] had I experienced such a complete break. Unfortunately, this did nothing to salve their attitudes towards me. They huffed and puffed and generally took my catatonic personality as though they were babysitters and I was a petulant child instead of an adult in need of psychiatric help.
I write this not to elicit sympathy from you, dear reader, but to illustrate just how thoroughly backwards the criminal justice system treats its many—MANY—mentally ill inmates. Even those who weren’t mentally ill before they came to prison are likely to become mentally ill by the time they get out. Not that the prison staff will ever acknowledge this.
“Psychologists,” who treat their patients with skepticism, are a dime-a-dozen at the Department of Corrections. Such tactics gaslight the patient, slowing and sometimes completely reversing the healing process.
My threshold for “insanity” aside, whoever came up with this punitive “I won’t reward this behavior with attention” approach to suicide prevention is a medieval sadist. But these, ladies and gentlemen, are the people in charge!
Aleksandr Kolpakov 186431
BVCF
PO Box 2017
Vista, CO 81211
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I wish I had looked up Alek’s name earlier. Seeing what he has done makes me sick but I’m not surprised either. Maybe if I’d looked him up earlier I could have told this Heather the truth and she could of run. Maybe I could of testified at his trial and got him more time so the jury could see his pattern of behavior. To be honest I only looked him up to make sure he was far away from me because dating him was a living hell I try my best not to remember. He’s always been a charismatic manipulative abusive liar. You see I started dating Alek in 2006 when I was a high school senior who was training with the Virginia National Guard. Alek had just completed basic training and had returned to start college at VCU in Richmond. He was supposed to complete his MOS (military job training) the next summer, but joined ROTC at the college before he could complete his training to become a Soldier. He was a Cadet, but all National Guard members who are in ROTC at college get E5 pay, or did at the time, but have NO RANK, they are also non deployable. Alek told me several times that he joined ROTC because he didn’t want to get deployed and because it delayed his MOS school also made him non deployable. Alek was convinced that if he deployed he would be killed. He always spun it to me that he was doing it for me because he “loved” me and wanted us to have a future together. At first when we started dating he was very sweet, kind and chivalrous. He always talked about how important it was to be chivalrous in this day and age. He had stories of family in the mafia and pride in Russian heritage, even though his family is from Estonia. Over time he stopped being sweet and became very controlling but always knew how to manipulate a situation to make me believe it was my fault. He would want me to look a certain kind of way, help him financially as I was a waitress too, act a certain way and always put him first. He told me he wanted us to get married and got me a promise ring. At the time I was a virgin and he claimed he’d never push to be intimate but he did. When we were together the only memorable thing that happened was afterwards he claimed “I’d always be his because he was first”. I remember his eyes being very dark and for the first time knew something was seriously wrong with him. Soon after Alek stole books from the college store and was arrested. He was excited the police considered him a deadly weapon “because of basic training”. I was furious because he always spoke about a code of ethics and how honor was so important but just stole. It suddenly clicked that he was nothing like the person he claimed he was. He was kicked out of the ROTC soon after. I broke up with him and he flipped out. My prom was around the corner and he blew up my phone, begged to go claiming he never had a prom, that he prepared an Army dress uniform just to go, and claimed we’d do so as friends. I caved and took him. We left early and he took this as a sign we were back together. The truth was he didn’t want me talking to my friends and sucked all joy out of the night. He wanted all eyes on him and was angry that everyone wasn’t charmed by him. I once again ended things and he showed up at my house when I was home alone. He claimed I was his and then got physical. He grabbed me as hard as could. Both this hands or my arms as he tried to force me down or into his car. The pain was immense and I couldn’t believe he was hurting me and didn’t know what he had planned. His eyes were dark and wild and I knew he no longer saw me as a person. I was a thing. I kicked him between the legs as hard as I could and escaped. After that during drill weekends Army personnel kept him away from me because they knew he’d try to hurt me and because he kept making violent statements. I soon left for training and Alek was kicked out of the National Guard completely. This was the END of his military career. At the end of 2008 I decided to switch from Virginia National Guard to active duty Army. While at the MEPs hotel I ran into Alek. I did my best to avoid him. He however told everyone we were “together”. The next day I got orders from the Army branch office to go to Fort Hood. Alek was turned down by the Army branch because of discharge from the guard and criminal record. He claimed he didn’t need my pity and that I had betrayed him. After that I avoided anything to do with him and would Google his name randomly to make sure he was no where near wherever I was stationed. I would see his online post of stolen valor, pretending he deployed (even though he never completed his training to become a Soldier), pretending he was and E5 but was only an E3 before becoming a Cadet, and claims of wanting to “save” women. Recently he popped up in a nightmare so I Google his name and found this. Looking at what’s he’s done and what he wrote makes me ill. He still sees himself as a victim of life and has no remorse for any pain he has inflicted. At least he’s in prison and won’t be able to hurt another woman for a long time. I’m so sorry I didn’t look him up earlier. I’m so deeply sorry Heather.
Oh, also…the “E5 pay grade” was his ROTC pay grade. He was NEVER an active duty E5. https://kiwifarms.net/threads/russian-deadpool-nereverine-pvt-2nd-class-aleksandr-kolpakov-1-3rd-of-the-skeptic-feminist.30864/post-2288846 Again….he’s just lying.
You can forgive your beloved for the murder of someone you claimed to care for, but not some random internet loon for doxxing ther person you replaced?
That makes sense. It really does.
You “know” Aleksandr from a safe distance, and you have the power to cut it off at any time, without fear of repercussions.
Perhaps if Heather had such a privilege, she’d still be alive. But Aleksandr prevented that. He killed her. The other “Harley” escaped with her life and her sanity, thankfully.
As is necessary when defending a proven liar and sociopath like your beloved, you offer pieces of what you call facts, while avoiding the larger truth.
Your beloved was not the war hero he claimed to be, he did not serve where he claimed to, and his “military career” did not end how he claims it did.
Your beloved claimed to be a combat veteran, and that he was only kicked out of the military for coming to a woman’s aid (a standard lie in his backstory).
Your beloved insisited Heather act against her wishes and be “physically affectionate in public” with another woman, just to please him. Such a feminist, your beloved.
I don’t hate your beloved. I hate what he did. I hate that he still lies about what he did. He removed a far better person than he could ever hope to be from this planet out of selfishness and spite.
He can keep spinning his tales from prison, where only the deluded will believe him. He can’t hurt anyone else for now, even his fellow inmates, aside from his boasts.
As for being a better man, sure, anyone has the potential to do that. But not someone who won’t tell the truth about anything, even when it’s killed someone he claimed to love.
I hope you survive your romance, distant as it is; you show little inclination to disappoint him, and you’re out of his reach. That may be your best chance of survival.
I have peace, because Heather had some measure of justice. Your beloved’s lies and your stalwart defense of him are just annoyances, like someone putting trash on Heather’s grave. It jsut needs to be cleaned once in a while.