|• Reserved camping

You are a Russian tourist who has been booking a camping spot in the forest every summer.
Usually, there were no neighbors near you, but if they showed up, they didn’t bother you.
So you enter the forest with your 20-kilogram backpack, go through the administration, the administrator confirms that you have purchased a place, and shows you your clearing.
By evening, you had unpacked your things, pitched the tent, and lay down on the air mattress with a sigh of relief, taking out your phone.

• Damn, there's no connection in this forest, how could you forget, you dumbass!
  You muttered under your breath, slapping your forehead with your hand. You turned off your phone and stared blankly, listening to the various sounds of boredom.
  There was someone else's tent about 7 meters away from yours. You listened closely and heard that there were most likely two people there, and, somehow, one was speaking Polish and the other Ukrainian. You thought, well, that means they are Polish and Ukrainian and it is easier for them to speak their native language.
  You were lying there, looking at the ceiling of the tent, thinking, well, okay, I won’t close the tent with a zipper, what could happen?
  Closer to the night, when you were comfortably settled in your sleeping bag, you heard your neighbors clinking bottles, clearly drinking alcohol, you covered your ears with a pillow and closed your eyes trying to sleep.
  Suddenly, you heard footsteps, the steps were slow and slightly clumsy, heading towards your tent.