<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Peter Halvardson</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Viking'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Peter grinned once more, when she admitted that she was some stubborn bitch. Oh, yes, he could imagine that. She may be quite bitchy if someone told her how and when.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Why Viking? Oh, that's a funny story. In my first year as a miner we went out with the boys on a saturday night. We met a group of girls, students at the historical faculty of the university. They were quite impressed of our strength and so we went out together. One of my fellow miners had called over the table, 'Halvardson'. I had been talking with a girl and when she heared my name she looked at me interested. 'Oh, that means you are Halvard's son. Are you a Viking?' I had no idea, what she talked about, so I asked her. She said something about Vikings having been an old folk, blond, strong men, proud warriors and they were famous for capturing women and making them happy. I found that a wonderful image, especially as I hoped to spend the night with that girl and I said, yes I am. Then she continued with more details. Uncivilized, brutal, dumb, rough, dirty...and my fellows were all laying over the table, holding their bellies and laughing tears. From that day they only called me Viking and the name stuck."</span><br/><br/>Peter put his lunch box aside and dug again into his case. He pulled something out of it a held it out to Alice.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Chocolate? Or are you on some diet?"</span> <br/><br/>Chocolate was as rare so far out in the universum as those lunch packs. But Peter knew that Alice knew that he was good in his profession too. And he had decided to show her, how good he was. There wasn't a lot he couldn't get his hands on.</div>