Another Russian! It is not relief that courses through Raskolnikov, but there is something almost comforting about knowing there is someone here who is from the motherland. Yet this other man is right; there is a woman glaring warily at Raskolnikov, as though he might attack her like some sort of animal. Raskolnikov glares right back. No, Russians are certainly not popular here, he thinks, rather bitterly. As though he can help his nationality!

“If we stay silent, we are letting them win,” he says, at least having the courtesy to keep his voice down as well. “And for what? There is nothing they will do to us save shun us, and that is hardly a punishment with this crowd.”