[Ivan straightens up and brushes blood from his knuckles as he turns and glances down at Firo. This close and not in a fight he's struck by how small the other is, but he just shrugs a shoulder and offers a sheepish smile.]

You could have taken them, da? [He's quite sure of that and it makes him duck his head down in a polite little nod.] They were, ah, pansies was it?

[He's not really a fighter and he still knows that the four men went down remarkably easy. With that in mind he glances about, mildly amazed that the noise of the fight didn't attract attention, but he's still got some manners to remember and he offers up a hand to shake.]

Ivan Ivanovich Bragiski, I apologize for being in the way..?