Still awake after his midnight visitor, Krycek turns on the radio in time to hear the broadcast.

"'Kry'?" He reaches over, picking up his alarm clock/radio and scowls. "There's two perfectly good syllables in my name and..." Trailing off, he throws the radio back onto the bedside table, expression resigned. "Kras ven ya." He burrows back under his covers, grumbling until he falls asleep.