You’re young, well off, and used to living easily? It seems like the whole world is open to you? Well then, it’s time to pay up, kid. Your Motherland calls you to the front. Forget about girls, parties, and daddy’s millions. Now your place is in the barracks, and your “family” is the fellow servicemen standing next to you.
The Empire isn’t interested in your wishes—it issues orders. It doesn’t care whether you ever dreamed of being its shield or not. So be quiet, take your assault rifle, fasten your armor, and get ready for a quiet, nobody-needs kind of death on yet another planet forgotten by everyone—among the same scum as you.
P.S. And don’t forget: from now on, your life is the property of the Russian Empire. And dying for it is far from the worst of the outcomes available. That’s it, cadet Vasilykov…