Impulsive nature

Vroom* Vroom*

"So, you are wondering how I ended up in this situation", Zene stated.

(To understand this we need to go back by three years all the way back to the day when I found my old home), Zene narrated.

"Zene, I don't get it. It's almost hopeless to find him in this vast country", Aren grumbled tired after she was exhausted from roaming from place to place in search of a man named Vlamidir Trotsky.

"What do you suggest we do now, Zene?", Aren inquired.

"I must find that man, Aren"

"It is important that he answers some of my question related to my mother"

"This puzzle defines me as a person, Aren", Zene groaned.

"But for how long will we roam from one place to another while not knowing a single thing about this man except his name?", she inquired out of concern.

Sigh*

Zene sat outside a cafe table as he thought back to himself and began reasoning his actions.

"Where are we exactly?", Zene inquired.

"Moscow", she said.

"Do you want to go to a university perhaps?", Zen