Big, imposing, scary things never seemed to frighten Ivan, as he was, as others had told him, big, imposing, and scary himself. He was, however, very impressed, and amused at the novelty at having to look up at someone. And at this someone being a dragon. That was certainly different. "Vasily Zhukovsky was a poet in the early 1800s," he explained, "He introduced Romanticism into Russian literature. I really do enjoy his work, and his translations." Ivan thought for a moment, before reciting;

"Вихрем бедствия гонимый,
Без кормила и весла,
В океан неисходимый
Буря челн мой занесла.
В тучах звездочка светилась;
"Не скрывайся!" - я взывал;
Непреклонная сокрылась;
Якорь был - и тот пропал.

"That's just the beginning of his poem Пловец, or The Boatmen." He smiled fondly. "It's one of my favorites."

As for the second question... well, Ivan held the bottle he had drank from earlier up in offering, although he wasn't quite sure how Smaug could hold it. "Vodka is a distilled drink with a high alcohol content. It's very good. Would you like to try some?"

_{(OOC: The snippet of the poem translates as, if you're interested; Driven by misfortune's whirlwind/Having neither oar nor rudder/By a storm my bark was driven/Out upon the boundless sea/"midst black clouds a small star sparkled;/"Don't conceal yourself!" I cried;/But it disappeared, unheeding;/And my anchor was lost, too.)}