the potential for comedy confusion is enormous. john the expat might glance up, chuckle at the name (these molvanians, never think about what anything might mean in english), and then stroll in for a hair cut.
but maybe, just maybe, the shop really is a willy barber...
john: "hi, willy?"
boris: "nyet, my name is boris. what you want?"
john: "err, i'd like something a bit hugh grant. kind of shortish at the sides with a long floppy fringe over the front."