buckwheat

you are for fixing.
Fixai was at home, Grechin lived at Fixai's house.

How peaceful it was in Fixai's house. Fixai was standing by the window looking out onto the street, and Grechin had already come to him, and he had already come right up to him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Fix it, as soon as I saw him, he slightly raised his eyebrow as if to mean “?”