He was the assistant superintendent.

He had a reddish moustache that stood out horizontally on each side of his face, and extremely small features, expressive of nothing much except a certain insolence.

He looked askance and rather indignantly at Raskolnikov; he was so very badly dressed, and in spite of his humiliating position, his bearing was by no means in keeping with his clothes.

Raskolnikov had unwarily fixed a very long and direct look on him, so that he felt positively affronted.
"What do you want ?" he shouted, apparently astonished that such a ragged fellow was not annihilated by the majesty of his glance.
"I was summoned...

by a notice..." Raskolnikov faltered.
"For the recovery of money due, from _the student_," the head clerk interfered hurriedly, tearing himself from his papers.