LOL!
This reminds me of something. A mailbox attached to a high-voltage mast in the middle of a cow pasture is a good-old Eastern EU style burial place for dead companies.
For our younger audience, when an owner wants to get rid of a badly indebted company without formalities, he will change the legal address and gift his shares to a buyer not much smarter than an orc. Imagine a Friday night, a trashy countryside pub, a dude on the floor who will "do︀ anything" for a drink and plate of ribs.