Umm, dipshit? He told you to send it as a gift so that the funds would be released quicker so that you would receive your products faster. Just cut to the punchline and announce how fucking stupid you are so that we can all get on with it; you fucked up, the world is not out to get you, you do not have former Soviet Bloc (notice the spelling?) mafiya connections, your mum didn't slap you enough as a child to teach you manners, and you are not getting away with this rip-off this time.

Wah. Go fucking cry in somebody else's chamberpot, you are nothing more than a noisy little cry-fucking-baby with a potty mouth and a rather sub-standard grasp of the English language, and you begin to bore, even with the admittedly guilty pleasure of poking sticks through the bars of your cage to watch you get agitated. You are, to use the idiom of this world, a classic fail, a socially retarded douche-bag, and I'm sure an embarrassment to your ancestors. Give it up. You lost.

On a related side note... did the Victorians have telephones, and thereby telephone numbers? I thought they barely had grasped the concept of steam propulsion, shows you even I can learn something every day.