It’s 1988 in the Soviet Union, the mood is festive, and Bernie Sanders is sitting at a table shirtless in his briefs with his wife, Jane, handing out gifts to the mayor of a midsize city they’ve befriended.
“I have met many fine mayors in the United States,” Sanders says, “but I want to say that one of the nicest mayors I’ve ever met is the mayor of Yaroslavl.”
At another point,a member of Sanders’ delegation hands a Russian woman a small American flag.
“If you’re wondering what’s wrong with capitalism, it’s made in Hong Kong,” he jokes. “Sorry about that.”