It's clear that Rodion Romanovitch Raskolnikov is the central figure in the business, and no one else.
Raskolnikov did not sit down, but he felt unwilling to leave her, and stood facing her in perplexity.
Raskolnikov rushed at him with his fists, without reflecting that the stout gentleman was a match for two men like himself.
Who are you?" he asked Raskolnikov sternly, noticing his rags.
"You are just the man I want," Raskolnikov cried, catching at his arm.
"Here," said Raskolnikov feeling in his pocket and finding twenty copecks, "here, call a cab and tell him to drive her to her address.
"It's a difficult job," the policeman said to Raskolnikov, and as he did so, he looked him up and down in a rapid glance.
"The chief thing is," Raskolnikov persisted, "to keep her out of this scoundrel's hands!
At that moment something seemed to sting Raskolnikov; in an instant a complete revulsion of feeling came over him.
"Well!" ejaculated the policeman, with a gesture of contempt, and he walked after the dandy and the girl, probably taking Raskolnikov for a madman or something even worse.
"He has carried off my twenty copecks," Raskolnikov murmured angrily when he was left alone.
It was remarkable that Raskolnikov had hardly any friends at the university; he kept aloof from everyone, went to see no one, and did not welcome anyone who came to see him, and indeed everyone soon gave him up.