They arranged for him what can be called a substitution of identity. A secret psychotropic drug turned an FSB colonel into an illiterate chauffeur. He's a driver. He doesn’t know anything else about himself, doesn’t remember. Memory is dead. Tightly blocked. Can't get through. Meanwhile, this, this particular man, completed an extremely important task: he hid a certain secret fund. He doesn't believe it. “What about big money?” And he hears in response: “Twenty-five billion dollars.” Presidential stash. She disappeared. Only he knew where she was. Now he doesn't know. They made me forget...The first part of the story was previously published under the title “The Sovereign's Stash.”