Hugo nudged Don's shoulder and mumbled, "Isn't that the wrong one..."
Don looked at it and jumped, "Oh yeah! We decided not to do that, let me switch it up." He left the room for a second and returned, placing a new photograph in front of Mark.
Mark gulped as he looked at the photograph, it definitely wouldn't be mistaken for him. It looked to be a high school senior, a big bulky guy wearing a uniform of some sport with a number on it.
"That's who you're gonna be, it's the best way for the mafia to not find you." said Hugo.
"Can't you just like hide me or something? Underground? Abroad?" asked Mark, not wanting to change himself.
Don laughed, "Oh no, that's far too dangerous. Your existence is in danger! This will at least save your life!"
"Do I not get to keep any aspect of my life?" asked Mark
Hugo shrugged, "You won't remember a thing, you'll be happy and carefree and not worrying about being hit by a mafia. I don't think you have anything to complain about."
Mark was about to object but Don cut him off, "Anyway, the procedure is due to start soon, so you have to come with us."
Mark tried to stay sitting, but the two huge men simply lifted him to his new destination when he wasn't complying, talking about the daily grind and how they'd be thrilled to have a new life