You’re young, rich, and carefree? Think the world is at your feet? Well, it’s time to pay for it, boy! Motherland calls you to arms. Forget about girls, parties, and Daddy’s inheritance. Now your home is barracks, and your family is brothers-in-arms. The empire doesn’t ask—it commands. And it doesn’t care whether you dreamed of becoming its protector or not. So shut up, take your assault rifle, pull on your armor, and get ready to die disgracefully on yet another planet forgotten by God—surrounded by the same half-wits like you.
P.S. And remember: your life now belongs to the Russian Empire. And dying for it isn’t the worst option among the available ones. That’s the deal, cadet Vasilkov…