I think this bread was probably served on the Czars table.  We were already upset about the warm brown water and having to pay for breakfast even if we didn't want it.  But this was the last straw.  I encouraged Natasha that we should go to the director.  The kitchen staff got heel and we got some new food and a few Roobles back.  The next day we went out for breakfast.  Once the director heard this she had our food sent to our room.   Apparently a first for Russian hospitality.