They have now realized, even though I don't have the imperial suite, that I am am the imperial highness. Our dinner was the Russian extravaganza, starting out with kvass, which, looked like prune juice. It is made with bread and tasted like fermented something or other but none of us finished it. Next came the beet salad with prunes, which was pleasant. We then had a choice of the cabbage soup (Schie) or dumplings soup. The Schie won. Then, I got a special serving of borscht. Everybody was red with jealousy. The mains were a beef pot dish, a tilapia and a potato dish- they eat a lot of potatoes as meals. Then dessert was a potato, albeit, chocolate. A veritable feast. The other guests on the ship are very nice and everyone mixes quite well. We've all decided we're lucky to be Americans.