Javert kept quiet as Vlad and the interrogators spoke. There was a slight nod at the name - nothing else seemed like a proper noun - as he waited for any questions that would directed towards him specifically. The falsity made him take another name, off-hand, as he looked onwards. "Robert Mercier," he said with a slight nod.
The shorter interjected, in Russian. "What sort of travel brings you here?" The unspoken question of the Tsar's allegiance was obvious enough, as he nodded towards the room. "These are peculiar times to be in the area."
A hand was held up by the first man, before he took out his paper. "We merely want to have this down on record. What language would be easier for the three of you to answer in?"