Paweł: tapping fingers Bro, gotta keep my actin' gig safe. Need to stay incognito, ya know?
Civitan nods understandingly. “I understand, Paweł. You don’t want your fame going to your head or anything like that?”
Paweł: Nah, man. It's not about the fame or the money. It's about maintaining my freedom.
Civitan nods again. “So, what’s the plan then?”
Paweł: Alright, listen up. We gotta create a secret identity for me - something that no one will recognize.
Civitan leans forward, interested. “And how are we gonna do that?”
Paweł: First, we need a disguise. Fake hair, colored contacts, the works.
Civitan smiles. “Oh, this should be interesting. And what else?”
Paweł: We'll need a new name, something completely off the grid. I'll need fake IDs, passports, the whole nine yards.
Civitan raises an eyebrow. “Wow, you really thought this through.”
Paweł: Damn right I did. We also need to set up a secure communication channel, so we can talk without anyone eavesdropping.
Civitan smirks. “Alright, you're really going all out with this.”
Paweł: leans in closer Look, Civitan, this shit's not a joke. We need to be meticulous about this. One slip-up and it's game over.
Civitan nods, understanding the seriousness of the situation. “I know, Paweł. We’ll be careful.”
Paweł: Good. Now let's get started. We've got a lot of work to do if we want to keep me hidden.
Civitan stands up, ready to work. “Alright, let’s start by getting those fake IDs.”
Paweł: stands up, grabs a folder from the table Alright, we need to gather some information for the fake IDs.
Civitan takes a seat, looking at the folder. “What information?”
Paweł: We need your birth certificate, passport, and any other form of identification you have lying around.
Paweł: raises an eyebrow What's wrong, Civitan? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Civitan shakes his head, visibly scared. “No…no, I can’t do that.”
As Civitan refuses to provide the necessary identification, Paweł becomes frustrated and storms out, leaving Civitan alone with their thoughts.
Civitan starts shivering, grabbing his phone to call someone. “H-hey, um, brother…you still have…my old ID’s, don’t you?”
Paweł: pauses, then sighs Yeah, I still have them. Why do you need them?
Civitan sigh’s in relief. “I…I need them for…Paweł’s disguise.”
Paweł: rolls eyes Fine, I'll send you the damn IDs. Don't lose them, Civitan. hands over the folder
Civitan quickly opens the folder, grabbing the IDs. “Thanks, my friend.”
Paweł: snaps Don't thank me, just make sure you don't fuck this up. We're putting my entire career on the line here.
Civitan nods before walking out of the room, clutching the IDs. He sends a text message to their friends. “I have the IDs. Let’s meet at our secret hideout.”
Paweł: slams fist on the table Dammit, Civitan! Make sure you don't screw this up! We've come too far to mess it up now.
Civitan nods before rushing out of the room, determined to keep Paweł’s true identity safe.
paces back and forth, muttering to himself Goddammit, Civitan. Better not fuck this up. We're this close to keeping my identity hidden.