Speaks some Russian

Saxon slowly raised his hands, panting, the moment of animal fury he had
felt in the elevator fading as fast as it had come. For a few seconds
there, he had become lost, absorbed in rage-fueled guilt over Sam, Kano, and
all the others. The edges of the dark anger he had first felt in the
field hospital boiled inside him.

He knew enough Russian to understand that the men with guns wanted him
to kneel down. Carefully, he did what they asked, biding his time.
One of them would have to come close enough to take the Hurricane from
him, and then, if there was a chance.

- Deus Ex: Icarus Effect, Chapter 4 pgs. 109-110