In Saint Moritz tears and quarrels. Away with the cashless oligarchs

SAINT MORITZ – At seven in the evening the bottles of champagne are uncorked in the hall of the Grand Hotel des Bains Kempinski. But it is a group of cheerful English skiers, just arrived in the Engadine for their white week in the ultra-luxury category, a Gin Tonic 30 francs, the Mumm we do not know. The Russians? Disappeared like snow in the sun – and to think that here there is so much snow – and they have long since disappeared, the last ones saw them a few days ago and they had black faces, not from the high altitude tan, but as humiliated in their legitimate pride as rich: the restaurant that refuses the credit card, and the hotel too, at the moment …