Sometime in the early 90s I was in Russia, a city in the Urals, and went with my cute translator to a small shop where they scooped caviar out of big bins into plastic bags to take home. It surprised me because I had always thought that caviar was extremely expensive. They were probably middle class by Russian standards at the time, but very poor by our standards, a small broken down Russian car, very small apartment, when they had guests over, they used a board on some chairs for a dining table in front of the sofa, no electric appliances, very sparse belongs, etc. But they ate CAVIAR and scooped out of big bins no less! I always wondered what kind it was, but never could bring myself to ask. I guess everything is relative, including awkward wealth.