Trump, well he grew up in Queens, but he has the manners and mentality of a Russian oligarch — but not the taste, assuming any. Yes he has his dacha in Mar-a-Lago but I can't imagine Yevgeny Prigozhin, for example, Putin's "cook," stooping to shtup and (possibly overdose) on Whoppers and Big Macs.
No, a genuine member of Russian's new nomenklatura would enjoy something like Sevruga Classic Grey Caviar, listed as $17,297.18 per 64 oz tin, or, better yet, Almas caviar, produced from the eggs "of a rare albino sturgeon between 60-100 years old, which swims in the southern Caspian Sea where there is apparently less pollution."
Fascinating. Mythical. Astoundingly delicious.
To plotz for.
There are parts of Brooklyn, heavily settled by Russian immigrants as you would expect, where super caviar is kept under surveillance — food for the Tsars and a nice nosh for their descandant, Putin. Not that Trump would know from or appreciate it. Like I said, he's from Queens: Whoppers and milk shakes for him.
When Trump formally applies for refuge in Moscow, sooner rather than later, he would have to be re-educated.