Kolev is dead.
He lay on the ground, with both hands and one foot broken, bones exposed starkly. His right ribcage was completely collapsed, broken ribs piercing his lungs, causing blood foam to bubble at the corners of his mouth.
The fatal blow was to his left ribs. Under the horrified or pleased gaze of bystanders, Fatty slowly, meticulously pushed the fighting dagger into Kolev, piercing his heart as Kolev's open mouth twisted in agony. Blood first flooded his chest cavity, then sprayed wildly as the dagger was withdrawn.
For the scientists of the Black Devil Studio, nothing felt more gratifying than such an execution. They nearly gritted their teeth, staring unblinkingly as Fatty drove the dagger into Kolev's chest until the hilt disappeared, watching intently as Kolev's legs kicked on the ground, before finally falling silent.
Folman's clothes were drenched in cold sweat. His eyes twitched uncontrollably, darting back and forth at the bandit soldiers standing coldly nearby.
