Imagine this... You're just an ork grunt, recruited for the price of a bag of potatoes and a new car, all to help your destitute family. You're on the front lines, freezing your blyats off, surviving on canned meat that has a best before date before your dad was even born, equipped with rifles that are falling apart and you have to buy the bullet for...

And then GI Johnny-Five rolls in screaming SLAVA UKRAINI in binary and blasts your sorry ass into smithereens.

But hey at least you won't end up in a mobik cube.