If he managed to pull off such a prank, Daniil would shit bricks and I, the writer, would cry laughing.

Nevertheless, Dankovsky's soft smile is replaced by a frown. He can't just not have a name. That wouldn't do at all. That Ferryman seemed to be so careless, so untrustworthy. How was the group to trust them with their collective memories if they could not keep track of a single name?

He thinks. If he fashions himself as solving the mystery of this place, a Sherlock of this cursed desert, then every Sherlock would need it's Watson, wouldn't it?

"How would you feel about Watson in the meanwhile?" Dankovsky suggests. "It could be a temporary name until that Ferryman finds your proper name. As long as you fancy it, at least."

Yes, even when he's being nice, he's still being a little bit egotistical...