So wat's yer name, kid?	*glares out from under thick eyebrows* J'ew could not pronounce it eef I told j'ew.
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	Call me Sasha. Short fah Alex'han'dah.
Where you from, anyways?	*eyes look thoughtful and kind for a moment - very unusual for him* V'Russia. Siberia, V'Russia. A place I miss very much
Whadd'a yah look like?	*resumes his glaring and says nothing*
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	Mah ack-sint. It eees very diff'er'ant than theees New Yah-rark slang.
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	*glances down in the direction of his pockets and clutches them tighter* V'hy do j'ew ask?
How'd you find 'da place?	Z'ee sign aut front. V'hy - how did j'ew find eet?
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	*actually breaks into a grin* Good V'Russia W'ad-ka.
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	No - evah-ree one in mah family ees dead or in Muddahland V'Russia.
Who's yah best friend?	*gives you an odd glance* Friend?
Got any woyds tah live by?	*shakes head* J'ew would nah-t understand z'eem.