Magdalena
He was farther away, and she needed to drag him back up as quickly as possible.
By then, Magdalena had changed so much that she barely looked like the same woman. Her hair was wild and tangled, her face was dark with dirt, and her clothes were completely covered in mud and dust.
She approached Timur from behind. First she watched him carefully, then she struck him several times with her fist to make sure he was still alive.
Each time she hit him, he groaned, but he could not fight back.
Magdalena grabbed him by the legs and slowly dragged him toward the hideout, where Jambuli was lying.