Raid after raid the newcomer to Rust wants to get rid of this scourge more and more and finally develop! And another night, with trembling hands stained in the coal, he writes on his wooden door a request to leave him alone... But "well-wishers" are not asleep! And soon the key part of the phrase pales under the brick crumbs. And the next raider with a flamethrower on the edge is left to scratch his head thoughtfully, as if standing at a crossroads.