Lunch Last Saturday

Stephanie and I went out to lunch last Saturday at Luna, a nice little restaurant just outside of Dupont Circle on 17th and P. Perfect day to sit on the patio. We were finishing our meals when i had a russian man walk by on the sidewalk and ask me what i thought was the question "do you speak russian"? i was taken aback by this so I asked him to repeat himself and sure enough he repeated "do you speak russian"? Seeing as the only russian i actually know are the following seemingly useless words:

Stolis as in the vodka,
Yasinya (yelled by Rocky in Rocky IV, unfortunately no clue what it means),
Da (i actually know this means yes),
Gorbachof (meaning map of eastern europe on forehead).
Das Vidanya ( i think it means goodbye)
Nostrovia (my understanding is this means to drink)

So now unless this guy wants to drink stolis while watching Rocky V with spit shining Michel Gorbachof's birthmark and then leaving, which by the way I am always up for, then he probably didn't want to talk to me. So i answered the only appropriate and truthful answer, "No". Apparently this was not the answer he was expecting at all because he looked at me in disbelief and responded "REALLY?", like he actually thought for some reason that i could speak the language of Mother Russia. I had worn my "hey, i'm from russia T-shirt" the day before so that was at home in the hamper, so stephanie and i couldn't figure out why he asked me (and there were about 10 other people around, but he chose to ask me, good ol' mother russia how i miss thee).