Dinner in Atyrau in my hotelroom; we bought the caviar not far from the Russian border in a supermarket.
My travel companion gave it to me and said: "Eat it. You will be working tonight, you need some caviar."
I could not help but think: he knew that the caviar was poisoned.
Nevertheless I didn't succumb to my distrust and I ate the caviar. The more east we go the more paranoid we get.