This has actually happened to me when I took my RV to rural Russia a long, long time ago.
Full story:
Way back before Putin I took my old Mercedes 406 (if you know you know) RV to Russia. We stayed in various places.
At one I noticed that someone had unscrewed, i.e. stolen, the remaining intact brake light plastic cover. Not chasing after us! But it must have happened during the day. Happy to get some precious spare parts, possibly to sell on.
At some point I decided to do some traveling alone, just randomly following backroads, spending the night at a remote place. I chose a village on the map. First hurdle was a rotten wooden bridge, the only way in or out of the village. Barely wide enough for my car, but I made it (I was young and reckless back then). I parked my RV well away from the village on a suitable piece of grassland.
In the middle of the night I heard unmistakable sounds of humans trying to get in (or so I thought). My heart thumping, I gathered all my courage and knowledge of the Russian language and shouted "Кто там?" (who's there). They ran away, but the next morning one of my rearview mirrors was missing.
Bonus:
We drove all the way from Berlin, day and night, to get to a festival way South of St. Petersburg. At last we arrived, but alas the RV was too large to bring it all the way in, it was the middle of the night, we were incredibly tired. I just turned off the road somewhere, onto a meadow taht looked like a suitable place to spend the rest of the night. It was a swamp. The car did not sink deep but there was no way of getting it out.
Fortunately we had some Russians with us and the next morning one of them flagged down a truck driver who pulled us out with one of these (I almost lost a front door, he wasn't gentle):