You’re young, well-off, and living carefree? You think the whole world is at your feet? It’s time to pay your bills, young man! Your country calls you to service. Forget about parties, girls, and your father’s fortune. Your new home is barracks, and your new relatives are fellow servicemen. The empire doesn’t ask your opinion—it simply gives orders. It doesn’t care whether you wanted to defend it or not. So be quiet, take your weapon, put on your armor, and get ready to die on some alien, nobody-asked-for planet among recruits just like you.
P.S. Remember: now your life belongs to the Russian Empire, and dying for it is not the worst outcome. That’s the deal, cadet Vasilkov…