Mikael was currently finishing off his cigarette as he stood outside of 'Millennium' magazine walking from side to side -  throwing the cigarette off to the side, he stood still in the snow on the sidewalk -  as he remembered that he was assigned to spying on 'Mikael Blomkvist' which was a request by text by an unknown customer who had already left a sum of five hundred dollar's by his front door this morning. All the customer requested where photo's - having the camera slung over his neck. Placing both off his hands on the camera, raising it up he began to  take snap shots of Mikael through the screen plated window in his office. He lowered the camera and turned around quickly -inadvertently he rubbed his shoulder against a goth looking woman and Mikael clumsily dropped his camera." Damn it - "He said in a serious tone, but then apologised." I'm sorry."Â