You’re young, you’ve got money, and you’re used to living for your own pleasure? You’re sure the whole world is open to you? Well then—time to pay up, kid. Motherland calls, and you have no choice. Say goodbye to girls, parties, and your father’s money. From now on, your address is the barracks, and your family is your fellow service members.
The Empire doesn’t care about your desires—it issues orders. It doesn’t matter whether you wanted to be its soldier or dreamed of some other fate. So be quiet, grab an assault rifle, fasten your armor, and get ready for a gray, nobody-needs kind of death on another forgotten planet—next to the same scum as you.
P.S. Remember: now your life belongs to the Russian Empire. And dying for it is far from the worst option of all the possible ones. That’s the way it is, cadet Vasilykov…