"Vell I hope dat you last a vile dis time." Vasily smirked slightly, did that sound too forward? Too friendly? Just friendly?
He knew his next question might run him down a slippery slope into questions about his own in, though he already knew how to explain some of them without giving away his connections. "Your ink." He gestured to his own neck where Ethan's tattoo was. "Vat eas?" His shirt seemed to cut part of it off and so he wasn't quite sure what the full design was.