Aleksey Strakhov urgently needed to start over with a clean slate: things weren’t going well at work, and constant rented apartments had long worn him out. Buying a house in Tula Oblast, he couldn’t even imagine that he would get uninvited inhabitants along with it. For a while they hide in dark corners, patiently waiting. But when their time comes, even the most “well-meaning” ones say just one thing: “Get out!”