Razumikhin wanted to go back to the library. There was so much to look at, and from what he could see, there wasn't a book there that he couldn't understand. If there was any proof of some universal translator that was it! And it fascinated young Razumikhin.
Pushing the door open, he was mildly started to hear a young woman's voice. He stopped in the doorway and looked to see where the voice had come from. "Hello" he replied politely, bowing his head briefly in greeting. "Ah, yes. I am quite new here" he replied with a shy smile. He let the door close gently behind him and walked inside. "Might I ask your name?" he queried curiously. It was in the young Russian's nature to be polite. He didn't do it because he had to. He did it because it was natural for him.