"It's not bad." Timo's quick to reassure him, sticking with Russian now. Of the three languages that he learnt when he was young it's his least favourite, but he had to use it in his father's house so he's fluent. His accent is definitely not as good as Ivan's Finnish one, though. "I just didn't know if you grew up in Russia or Finland." Belatedly, he realises he should know whether Ivan's mother was Russian or Finnish, but there was no information about her other than that she died. That might cause some difficulties, but he puts it aside to deal with later.

Letting Ivan's wet clothes pool on the floor for now, he opens up the suitcase to see what's inside. Closer to the middle the clothes are dry at least, and he manages to find underwear, a shirt, and some trousers. They don't match, but they'll do for now. Setting them aside, he then stands to find a dry kitchen cloth, returning with that and kneeling once more to start drying Ivan off, starting with his hair and working his way down. "Will you tell me your name now?"