"Pop a squat?" he asked in confusion, even as he did just that, taking a seat and pouring a tall glass of vodka. He usually would have had some tea with it, but that didn't seem to be commonplace in bars around here. Most strange.
"Ah, yes. I am Dmitri Prokofych Razumikhin," he introduced himself in his usual, formal Russian manner. And then he smiled as he recalled how everyone here seemed to go by one short name only. "Well, just Dmitri will do, I think. And you?" he asked of her.