Recently, life at the distant outpost has changed dramatically, and the set of my rules has been replenished with three new points. First: running away from your native "Lair," you should not return for a negligent assistant, argue with the commander of the invader detachment, threaten him with a cleaver, and, in general, poison his soldiers with dope. Punished by an unacceptable offer and inability to refuse. Second: agreeing to a fictitious marriage, you should not water the demon with cognac, be interested in the secrets of the new family and argue with the brother-in-law. The consequences are irreversible. Third: if the marriage was accidentally legalized, remember - in addition to the spouse and addition to the surname, you will receive protection of his kind, a relic of the kind and... a bunch of problems of this kind.