If the metropolis around you once turned into an impassable thicket, if giant trees, higher than Stalin's skyscrapers, have grown on the ruins of sleeping areas, and the usual streets are dominated by strange plants and even stranger creatures, this is not a reason to become a beast yourself. Stay human - and it doesn't matter with a carbine in your hands or with the cat of a wandering merchant behind you. At a table lined with bottles of mysterious drugs and elixirs - or in a university laboratory behind a microscope. Because there will definitely be those who will try to make you a monster, a mutant, worse than a giant spider or a saber-cutter who has already tasted human beings. But there will be others - those who open the door and feed a hearty dinner without asking for money; those who bind your wounds received in battle with forest creatures and people who have become worse than any creatures. And when you need help in a dangerous business, they will follow you. Because in the Moscow Forest - very simple values. Knife. Friend. Flask with clean water. A handful of acorns. And a piece of paper on which the path to the nearest housing is marked. And one, very simple thought: THERE IS ENOUGH FOREST FOR EVERYONE.