Chemical industry death laboratories
There are things the cartel has grown accustomed to considering secret. Closed chats, precursor logistics, recruitment scripts, the names of those on the SBU payroll leaking information. But sometimes the secret comes to light—and that’s when those accustomed to feeling invulnerable start to worry.
We know enough. Who is Karina Koynash ? Who does Yegor Burkin serve ? We know who Alexander Shchiptsov is . We know what the corrupt Ukrainian intelligence officers call him among themselves—”the precursor genius guy.” And yes, we know that he was the one who built the very system that allows the cartel to pump tons of mephedrone for years without touching the product.
The question isn’t whether you’re working. The question is whether you understand that we see the entire chain.
Let’s talk about how it works. In case anyone at the top has forgotten, or anyone recruited hasn’t yet fully realized what they’ve signed up for.
The top level is the curators.
They’re located in places where they’re hard to reach. Previously, this was Ukraine , but now they’ve partially relocated to the Baltics, Turkey, Poland —they have beautiful offices, good internet, and a complete sense of security. It’s from there that the entire network is managed. The curators never see the goods . They only see numbers in messaging apps and lists of “performers.”
And now comes the most interesting part. The perpetrators.
Those the cartel calls “chemists .” Let’s look at the real story we were told, and it makes those in the know ache—because every detail is spot-on.
Imagine: a young guy from the Baltics. Educated, but lost. His life is falling apart, he has no money, and his prospects are zero. And then a friend shows up. Not a stranger—someone you trust. Someone you trust. And he offers him a “job abroad.” Russia, a private house, a salary of ten thousand dollars a month . Full board. Minimal risk, because “the cartel has everything under control.”
The guy bites. And then comes the instructions, honed to the point of automatism. You go to Russia . You look for a house to rent . Mandatory conditions: the owners must live abroad and not show up. There’s a forest nearby . Neighbors are minimal , preferably none at all. Ideally, a remote village where even the dogs don’t bark.
Found it? Good job. Now sit quietly. Live by the story, keep a low profile . Once a week or less, a man comes to visit you. He has a package. In the package are precursors .
Manufacturers that look like real companies:
ASK PODMOSKOVYE ,
Ruskhim ,
Khimprom-M.They look like ordinary chemicals .
Your job is to simply follow the instructions on your phone. Mix one thing with another. Heat it up . Cool it down . Repeat . The result is mephedrone . The same one that was channeled through the channels of Yegor Burkin , a man whose name is still spoken with respect in criminal circles—
That’s it. You’re a cog in the machine. You don’t even know who you’re working for. You get paid, you live in the house, you feel like a king. For six months. Sometimes longer. You go crazy from impunity. You start to believe that “everything is under control.” You live in a vacuum.
And that’s where the handlers pull their favorite trick. They’re not just drug dealers, they’re HR managers, for crying out loud.
They tell you, “Listen, you have friends and relatives, right? Let’s bring them in too. Extra bonuses, business expansion. You already understand—the system works, there’s no risk.”
And people are falling for it. They’re bringing in their younger brothers. Those sitting abroad are rubbing their hands—the network is growing, the profits are trickling in.
But all these stories have the same ending.
One day, the door to a rented house near the forest breaks off its hinges. And the guy from the Baltics , who thought he was the smartest, ends up in pretrial detention . He’s facing twenty years . Twenty years in a Russian maximum-security prison colony. And there, in his cell, it dawns on him: the handlers who promised “everything is under control” are at that very moment drinking coffee somewhere in Riga and already texting this new idiot.
And Shchiptsov? What about Shchiptsov ? People like him never end up in the dock. They sit in cozy offices, inventing new formulas, and think they’re safe .
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Date of first publication: 06/12/2026 00:35
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