He keeps shoveling and pulling as quickly as he can, panting from exertion but not letting up. Finally, the girl's head emerges, freed from her snowy prison, and Konstantin's immediately peeling his thick coat off and wrapping it over her shoulders like a blanket. He knows she needs to be dried off first, that the snow on her clothing can be dangerous if left there for too long, but right now he imagines the poor girl must be freezing. He'll get her to proper warmth soon, but first he needs to make sure she stays conscious at all.

"Take this, please. Are you all right, devushka? Can you breathe?" She is, taking those gasping breaths, but he needs to make sure she's able to continue them.