"Very well, then.... Fine then... I can speak English just fine spasibo!" He grimaced at the little girl who seemed to be treating him like some sort of damned dolboyeb, in minor annoyance; but then again- to a Witch such as this, wasn't he some sort of damned dolboyeb to wonder into her lair? He grimaced again, apologetically this time. "I mean, my name is Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov - but- feel free to call me Rodya, my - dear, beautiful Witch....!" He grimaced yet again, this time at the lamp embedded in the ceiling... "Could you-- possibly turn down the fire up there, maybe? It is giving me a terrible headache I fear....!"