There were few soldiers in the galaxy; humanity, century after century, has mastered the Milky Way and has calmed down, knowing that we are alone here, and the other galaxy is unreachable. We have become soft, reasonable and non-aggressive. But strangers came, and they came precisely from the neighboring galaxy. They came with a wild psychology for us: they simply ate us, we were food for them. For some time, humanity was in prostration, it couldn’t fit into my head: how is it possible to achieve the development of movement between galaxies and be so wild?