Rise up, sons of Borogravia, to defend the Motherland! (Once again.) Evil and treacherous neighbors, only dreaming of how to capture Borogravia, are again at its borders! They simply have to be evil and treacherous - for we are a peace-loving and honest people, aren’t we? So the fact that we are constantly fighting must simply be THEIR fault, right? But here's the problem. Small, but still. Borogravia's sons seem to be, well, that. We've run out. Those that remain, in general, have no hands. Or legs. Or some other important things for the defense of the Motherland. It’s not like fighting here, you can’t even work in the fields. So the potatoes are also running out. Actually, the bark from the trees is already running out. And then, of their own accord, questions begin to pop into the minds of the latest recruits. For example, these. Yes, we are, of course, a proud country, but what exactly are we proud of? Of course, every single one of us is ready to die for our Motherland, but why does a special political corps have to constantly monitor our readiness? And what exactly are we fighting for if all the good people of this country are in this small recruit barracks? However, all these questions are only until the enemy appears. War is war. There is no time to think in it, you have to kill in it. Kill people against whom you, in fact, have nothing, and who also know nothing against you, and kill without hesitation, quickly and clearly. Otherwise they will kill you. And don't forget to keep an eye on your own officer! For if the enemies want more than anything in the world not to meet with you, then it is your own officer who wants you to die for the Motherland.