Dmitri's fingers twitched as he fiddled with the hammer and pry bar. The crude casket was half-rotten, but still kept it's contents sealed shut. Pushing down, he relieved the box of it's lid, and it's inhabitant sat upright, snarling. A wooden stake to it's chest laid it back to rest. Looking up, Dmitri saw Sergei standing above the grave. "You'll get used it to it." he promised with a grin.