There’s something very wrong with this picture painted about class divisions in Russia. The first and most obvious is that there is in fact no change whatsoever from what happened before. Then class stratification was based upon where Daddy anf Mommy were in the Party. Where you lived, went to school, the stores the food came from (actually, which you were allowed into and at the very top, which would deliver to you) all dependent on how far up the greasy pole of power one had climbed. But, unless something has seriously changed in Moscow I don’t believe this paragraph at all:

It is evening and the
beautiful, tanned 40-year-old woman picks up her mobile phone as she
glides home in her Ferrari. "I’ll be back in five minutes and I want
tuna carpaccio," she barks into the handset to her personal chef.In the back of the car, two children stare through the smoked windows as the gates of the luxury villa open.

1) Rare for women to dirve.
2) Who can get two kids into the back of a Ferrari?
3) You can’t drive a Ferrari in Moscow without ripping the bottom out of it after 500 metres.
4) Where’s the bodyguard?

The level of privilege he’s talking about, sure. But in Blazers, Excursions, Suburbans and the like.